My family is asleep and I think we're ready. I'm off the road now, the bags are packed, directions on what to feed Ella are printed out and magnetized to the fridge. We're ready to have another baby.

We went to the doctor today and he said everything was going well. We have another appointment scheduled for Monday, but he doubts we'll need it.

We've all been sick, but it feels like it's clearing up. I'd like at least half a day of feeling semi-normal before the craziness begins, but that's my only request.

I still don't think Ella really gets what's going on. She knows to point to Mommy's belly when we ask where the baby is, and often she'll try to score a couple extra cute points by kissing it, but I have a feeling she's going to be a bit surprised.

She loves babies, though, so I think she'll get into it. I mean, she's going to have to. She knows every book that has a picture of a baby in it. She picks them up to flip through, find the picture, say "bay-beeeee" and move on to the next book.

We gave her a doll that does some realistic baby things. You put its bottle to its mouth and it "drinks" it and then burps. Then I laugh, cause that's just weird and hilarious, and Ella laughs too, and then I tickle her and hug her.

She runs everywhere now. All the time. The pitter-patter of tiny feet. That's up there with a Les Paul through an AC30 on the list of greatest sounds ever. And Mark Knopfler playing a Strat.

Andy Gullahorn used his wife Jill, as well as his website, (see the fifth opinion on this page) to hook my sweet wife on a new form of TV crack: The Gilmore Girls.

Alison informed me she learned last night that the plural of cul-de-sac is culs-de-sac. Weird. She finished the fourth season last night. The Buells have season 6. She's in need of number 5. If you have it, don't deprive the pregnant lady. Mind if we, um, er, she borrows it?

Well, that's about it for here at our house. Hope you folks in Augusta, KS enjoyed the AP Christmas show tonight. I have no doubt it was spectacular. I'm off to get a little sleep.

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