I woke up with a queasy feeling in my belly. Kalia has been moving around a lot, I feel like she wants to go out now.

I look at the calendar by the TV stand, just two more weeks before my due date.

Two weeks can go by pretty fast, I tried to convince myself. Just wait a little bit more.

Right. The truth is, I’m getting that feeling again: the – can -  I -  give – birth – now kind of feeling.

Actually, everything is almost ready. The Kalia Fund, as Kernan and I like to call it, is complete. Since we both do not have a medicard or a medicare supplement, Kernan has been diligently saving for my delivery expenses since January. He proudly reported to me that he’s already set aside more than our target budget as of last month. So we’re safe in the money area.

As for baby stuff, Kalia will be using pretty much of Jamaine’s baby things. We still have a number of unopened gifts from Jamaine’s generous godparents, most of which she can no longer use so Kalia automatically gets them.

The only thing left on our to-do list is to move in to our new apartment. If all things go as planned, we may be able to move this weekend.

I’m imagining that Kalia is just waiting for the right timing. Maybe she wants to have her birthday on the first of June or she’s still waiting for us to get settled in our new apartment.

Whenever my baby decides she is ready to go out, I just pray that my delivery will go as fast, (almost) painless and smooth as it did with Jamaine.

Two more weeks. Just two more weeks.

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