A Time to Be Born...

For everything there is a season,
a right time for every intention under heaven....
~Ecclesiastes 3:1 (CJB)

Sometimes I get so excited about this baby that I can hardly stand it. I'm the oldest of six kids, so I remember very well how much fun (and trouble, and fun trouble) babies can be.

I remember a certain brother (who will remain otherwise unidentified) getting a little too much enjoyment out of splashing around in the toilet. With a toothbrush. (Toilet locks are on our registry list.)

I remember another brother dropping toys and potatoes from our third-floor balcony. (And Mom later having to fetch said potatoes from the bushes down below, because we needed them for dinner.)

I remember my almost-two-year-old brother shaking pepper all over my newborn sister's face, because I guess she wasn't seasoned enough for his taste.

I remember being awakened at an unimaginable hour during a family trip by my youngest sister's very loud baby-squeals. Because she wanted to play! Right now! And how dare everyone sleep during playtime!

I have nearly five months to wait until I meet my son or daughter. (And an even longer wait to see what kind of adorable mischief he or she will get into.) I'm trying to keep myself occupied, but I can't help daydreaming and daydreaming about this baby. It's like a middle school crush, this pregnancy thing.

P.S. I really hope our baby is funny. I don't know what I would do with a serious child.

P.P.S. I gained three pounds last week! I think the hot dogs (yes, I did!) and cheeseburger and meatball sub and pizza did me some good. Now I need to work on gaining weight while eating healthy foods.