I’m in good spirits though because this is the milestone week I’ve been waiting for! Once I land in LA today I head home to help Liz with some last minute packing, pick the kids up from school, and head off to the airport again…we’re coming for you East Coast! I can’t fly back east for Christmas so we’ve had these flights booked since May.
We will have a whole week where we are able to see our family and friends in Maryland and Pennsylvania. We fly in tonight and leave next Sunday afternoon. I plan to kiss and hug a lot of people I’m missing. I’m going to meet my best friend’s new baby boy Bryce, have a dinner with my mom and brother, go to a Raven’s game, see my high school friends, see my in-laws, sisters in law, and snuggle my nieces. We love California and it’s been a great transition so far but my heels are clicking.
Once we are back in LA I’m officially grounded from flying and Liz starts working immediately. With only 4 weeks to go until Baby #3’s big day I anticipate time speeding by. Without excessive travel and a billion flights to catch I plan on dropping the boys off and picking them up most of the time so Liz can get settled into work. The school will probably ask for ID or birth certificates at pickup. I plan to take 12 weeks of maternity leave so for me that means 16 weeks free of overnight trips away from my kids…all 3 of them J I’m trying not to think any further ahead than that because when my thoughts do wander to 3 kids and lots of travel again all I can think about is playing the lottery on a weekly basis.
On a side note, I can’t believe that we don’t know who this baby is yet. Liz and I talk all the time about how different our lives were once our kids were born and how we cannot for a second imagine this life without either of them. McKay was so young when Gabe was born that he didn’t fully realize what was happening. But now McKay is 5 and Gabe is 3. They have known the whole time I’m pregnant that they are getting a new brother or sister. They say, “whoa mommy, that is a big belly!” And rub my tummy. They lay on me and feel their sibling kick them and put words in his or her mouth. Mommy, she said, ‘brodher’ Mommy, I think her wants my binki when she comes out, or mommy, I think she tooted (farts are funny from a very early age) …especially with two boys. Their personalities have changed us and changed them and I’m so excited to add a third crazy Biswold to the mix. See you soon East Coast!
