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Update on the Nanny Meeting

The interview with the nanny went very well! J and I were very pleased and pleasantly surprised at how much we really like her. She (seems) ideal and exactly what we are looking for, and, although I'm still going to check her references and we are going to go to her house to check that and her husband and daughter out, we think we've found our baby's sitter! I'm still waiting to find something creepy out about her or that she will somehow not work out, but I think that's just my overprotective maternalness coming out. I'm not going to drive myself crazy trying to find her flaws, but I'm going to keep digging till I'm satisfied and feel comfortable enough with her to leave her alone with my most precious possession for 9 hours a day. I would like to get to a point where I won't have a panic attack dropping baby off the first day - who am I kidding, that will probably happen anyway.

The best part of this is, I feel a lot better and not so uneasy about not being able to stay home with the baby myself and having to abandon, um...I mean, leave my child to be taken care of by someone else. At least I don't feel ill when I think about it now.

In other news, I will be 19 weeks tomorrow - one week from my half way point. So weird to think its half over! I'm sure the hard part is yet to come with the pregnancy and OBVIOUSLY with the delivery. A week from Friday we have our sonogram appointment and we'll find out what we are having. I am sure the time will go by quickly but I'm having trouble finding patience to wait! We went window shopping around Target this weekend and aaawww'ed over all the different baby stuff (Ok, so J didn't really "aawww" but I sure did!!) and its so hard wanting to buy things for your little bee-bee but you can't. *Sigh* Patience, patience. I'm trying hard to find you.


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