Grandmother sounds stuffy, too proper, and uppercrust. Sort of like a tall skinny sour faced grand dame of the early 1900's. Gramma sounds cozy, welcome, like she has a good lap and either smells of lavender or cinnamon toast. I think I'd rather be called Gramma and it could be any time! Baby Ali is now 37 1/2 weeks old inside her mama's tummy.
Ali has a crib to sleep in, many many soft blankies, diapers, wipes, a chair for rocking, and a wardrobe full of pink deliciousness. I think we're ready ready to go. Now it's her turn. And like most girls, she'll show up when she's good and ready, despite what anyone else wants or thinks, especially, because she's Annie's daughter.
I've sort of been excited about this big event since the announcement in December, but the scientific or biological reality didn't fwap me in the forehead until this past June while teaching Human Growth and Development to our fourth grade girls. We talked about how their 'eggs' have been in place, in their ovaries, since birth. So this must mean that Annie has actually been carrying the egg part of baby Ali all her life. I pause to think about this...we mamas and wannabe mamas have been packing around our part of the children we have (or want to have) since day one. All part of a grander plan. Pretty amazing and sometimes this makes my head spin (not like The Exorcist or anything, just dizzy like).