I am going to be a Grandma.
Well, technically I am already a grandma...
so actually I should say I am going to be a grandma... again.
GoodMom, my oldest child, is expecting a bouncing baby boy in August.
We are so happy.
We are so excited.
We are so not looking forward to it.
Not that we aren't anxiously awaiting the new baby's arrival.
But I am not.
My mother in law planned a special surprise trip for HeMan Hubby's birthday.
Except that the trip will over lap into August...
There is a very real possibility that we will be away when the new baby comes.
Ok, not the end of the world... except...
I was away when FancyPants was born.
Yes, it again was a family trip with HeMan Hubby's family.
And it was planned so that we were away 2 weeks before FancyPants was due...
However no one told FancyPants she had to wait for her due date and she was born while I was on the Alabama coast... 18 hours away.
I am hoping that the new baby, despite being a boy as we all know they do not tend to listen well, will pay attention to his Grammy and wait until his due date to arrive.
When I will be in the same state.
When I will be able to hop in the car and dash to GoodMom's side.
When I will be able to see my lovely daughter hold her new baby for the first time.
But then, he is a boy ...
so I won't be getting my hopes up...