Okay, so I'm showered. I have several books stuffed into my purse. I have toothpaste. I'm not able to enjoy a cup of coffee because of the pre-surgery fast, but I can at least smell it. I'm doing some last-minute laundry. I think I'm ready.
I'm ready for it to be over.
My sister is coming over today to watch the kids while Rob takes me to the hospital.
My mom is coming over Wednesday before I even get home to stay for as long as we need her.
I'm holding tightly like a little child to my Father's big, warm hand. He's very near.
I'm feeling a little blue that I'm going to the hospital and I don't get to come home with a baby. (What am I, nuts?! Maybe a little...)