DUN-dun-dun...

It has begun...

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My OB appointments will now be every two weeks for the next few appointments. Then I move into the every week appointments. Because I am "so close" the receptionist went ahead and scheduled all remaining visits up to my due date. I had a little panic attack as she made the appointments. I'm 28 weeks. Technically, I have a full twelve weeks left. But I could go as early as nine weeks from now. Nine. That's a single digit number. SINGLE. DIGIT. That is freaking me out a little.

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I am such a planner. I have so many things left that I need to do. My hospital bag isn't packed at all. I don't even have people lined up to take care of my kids when I go into labor. I have people in mind, but I've been to nervous to actually ask them because really... How do you look someone in the eye and say, "You know those SIX kids that I have? Would you mind watching them for an undetermined period of time? Would you mind making sure they get to school on time, feeding them, and trying to keep them from fighting too much while I labor and attempt to deliver what could, potentially, be a ten to eleven pound baby? Oh, and the little foster boy...he likes to scream at the top of his lungs for reasons that we have yet to determine. We have been working on it and he screams a lot less than he used to, but I just wanted to give you a heads up."
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Seriously! Who in their right mind would say yes to that. I did have a sweet lady volunteer to come over in the middle of the night to sit with the kids if I happen to go into labor then. But she'll need to be to work by 8:00 the next morning.

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If it was just my four kids, I wouldn't even be stressing. My kids are nice, well-behaved children. They wouldn't be a burden to anybody. In fact, if you just asked, Rose and Anne could do all your laundry, cook your family's dinner, and help entertain your children. Joe could sweep and mop all your floors, feed your animals, and help fold your laundry. Even Cakes can help out. He is an excellent helper for loading and unloading the dishwasher, washing machine, and dryer.

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Even Miss Q would be easy to place. Heck! She's seventeen! She can feed herself, ride her bike to school, and deal with anything else that could possibly come up.

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My problem is Mr. J. I just don't know what to do with him. He doesn't do well with new people. He will probably fall apart into a terrible fit, crying and screaming. OR he could completely surprise me and show that all the training Hubby and I have done has paid off and he act like a perfect angel. It could really go either way.

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Ey-yah!

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Anyhoo, the point of this ramble is that I have nine to twelve weeks left and lots to do. OH! And I still haven't found a name! Grrrr. I really like "Tom" for a few weeks. It's a good solid name. Very masculine. But I'm not thrilled with "Thomas". The "ssss" sound at the end has thrown me off. Kind of goofy coming from someone whose name starts with a "ss" sound. Oh well.

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Wish me luck. I'm going to need it. ;)