Don't you think she's the spitting image of me? I mean, if she is a she. This is #2, my grandchild to be. All is well and the little one is healthy. My daughter, Chickie, is fine, too, but that is of lesser importance. (I'm only saying that because she's sitting next to me. I don't want her to think I like her. Then she'll know she can play me.)My GB#2 is due on September 19th. I'm going to have to decide between volunteering at Camp Wonderland that week as I do every year, or being with my daughter. What the choice REALLY boils down to is hospital food vs cafeteria food. A girl has to have her priorites. Chickie told me tonight that the hospital where GB#2 will be born is like the Ritz Carlton (not cracker) of hospitals. They have a 24 hour kitchen where you can order the food stuff of your choice. That's way better than the tray of mushy vegetables and mystery meat I got when she was born. I think I'm leaning toward the baby option.
