absolutely me

So, Nicole is at daycare, talking to her friend Joey (we all think she has a crush on him). Joey tells Coco he's having a baby sister, and Coco tells him, so is she! Miss Amy knows that we don't know if it's a baby girl or boy, so she explains to Nicole that, well, it could be a baby sister or a baby brother . Nicole said, "I'm having a baby sister, because I asked God for a baby sister". But Joey informs Coco "Well, I asked for a baby brother, but God is sending a baby sister". Nicole is mystified: "So, if I ask for a baby brother, I will get a baby sister ?" She puts her hands together in prayer, looks up to the heavens, and says: "Dear God, please, pretty please with sugar on top and a cherry, can you PLEASE send me a brother?" Now, I don't know what the heck will we do if this baby is not a girl... I'm sure someone will not be all that happy. Cesar, on the other hand, is just grateful that somebody is coming his sis...

Ok, so, today I'm feeling really weird. Shortness of breath, very, very tired, low blood pressure. A call to my doc just to make sure. They call back, and the nurse's first phrase is: "This is pretty common in late pregnancies". I'm only 36, for crying out loud!!! But then again, this pregnancy does feel different that the other ones. Maybe (and look here, I'm being very careful...), only maybe , I'm too old to deal with this! Back in the day, Abuelita had her last one at 40; the other one at 39. Of course, I need to consider into this math, Abuelita Paula was a mom at 15 and had 15 kids; Abuelita Tere was a mom by 21 and had 8. They cooked their own food, never knew what frozen veggies or meats or meals were, and to them, a can was an aluminum object good only to put water and bird food for their birdies, not a container to store food for months, maybe even years. And let's not even mention that said food would be for human consumption. My Abuelit...

I simply don't understand how can hormones take over me. It's pretty frustrating to feel so aggravated ALL the time and to know there's not much I can do to control it. We're excited about the baby coming, although it's still a long wait. But I'm sure Brian can't wait to have his wife back to her senses. If he only knew or understood how much his wife wants to be back to her senses! It's absolutely unpleasant to feel this way. I still have the idea that this will be a baby boy... We'll see in January

Born in Chicago, raised in Mexico, I am the result of two contrasting and diametrically opposed cultures. Maybe that's the reason I'm still defining and inventing myself. And I'm absolutely loving every minute of it. Two gorgeous children, Cesar, 10; Nicole, 4. A precious one still on the way. A best friend, awsome man like no other I've met before. He also happens to be my Irishman hubby, Brian. This is me. An absolute contradiction. Absolutely insane. Absolutely blessed. Absolutely happy. Absolutely out of my mind. Absolutely me. Absolutely conventional. Absolutely traditional. Absolutely opinionated. Absolutely Republican. Absolutely catholic. Absolutely in my own way. Absolutely curious. Absolutely caotic. Absolutely me. And, above ALL, Absolutely, Absolutely loving every minute of it.