My daughter Brianna is well into her third trimester, and things are finally getting real in terms of it seeming like a baby really, truly will arrive soon. She and Patrick completed their birthing classes last week, and they worked diligently on the nursery over the weekend in preparation for their baby boy's October arrival.

On my end, there was this yesterday, which I posted on social media... and which I can't write much on now because it makes me tear up all over again.

Do grandmas typically get all hormonal and weepy over unexpected things too during a daughter's third trimester? I don't recall doing such with Megan and the pregnancies with her three boys. Maybe it's a local grandma thing.

Sheesh... I can only imagine the bawling that'll be going on as Jim assembles the nursery glider we're getting our girl for her baby shower. (Bawling from me, not Jim. I hope!)