And What Of The Big Bruvvers?

Mark and I just dropped Will and Owen off at school for the morning, not mentioning anything that will be happening in a few short hours. We felt that getting them worked up this morning about the arrival of their baby sister would be too much for them. Their grandparents will pick them up at lunchtime and explain things then. I've suggested telling them that mummy's at a doctor's appointment, since they're quite comfortable with that - it's been happening a lot lately - but that Bill and Susan should feel free to say what they think is most appropriate.

I went in to check on the two of them last night before going to bed myself (having taken a gravol to make sure I did sleep rather than lie there with my brain whirring at 60mph) and kissed their sweet little heads as they snored softly. I'm so excited for them, for what it will mean to be big brothers to this baby, but I also can't help but feel a bit guilty at just how much their world is about to change. Thank goodness they have each other for support and for keeping things "normal" - they'll still have a buddy to play with, to talk to, to fight with, to go to sleep with.

Oh, we're in for some exciting times to come! I wonder what they'll say when they see her for the first time? When I came home from the hospital, my brother pushed me in the stomach with his forefinger and said, "I poke it." Will and Owen are a little more verbose than that, so I'm sure I'll have some interesting soundbites for you.

Okay, my brain is starting to do the whirring at 60mph thing and this post is in danger of spiralling out of creative control, so I shall sign off before the real waffling begins. But don't panic, friends, my mum has been charged with updating the blog, so you'll be able to find out how our big day went (thanks, ma!). And finally, may I just yell a very excited and slightly nervous

"GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"