Tomorrow

Tomorrow is the last day I will be pregnant. Ever.

Tomorrow is the last day as a mother of 2.

Tomorrow is the last day as a family of 4.

Tomorrow is the last day that I go on without knowing who this little being is inside of me.

Tomorrow is coming faster than I had ever imagined it would.

I can't believe it. I cannot believe tomorrow is the last day before the birth. Am I dreaming? I am so excited, so anxious, a little scared... so many things I am feeling all at once. I am trying my best to STOP, take deep breaths and try to enjoy the moment; Trying to realize that this pregnancy is nearly done and baby will be here in less than 48 hours.

My sister, Angel, is coming over tomorrow. She is joining us for a dinner out. A celebration of sorts - my "last meal". We will probably go with the Olive Garden. I originally was thinking about going to my favorite mexican spot downtown, but realized lots of beans and cheese right before abdominal surgery is probably not a good idea.

I am not really worried about the c-section - not at this point anyway. I am actually relieved that I get to bypass the unknown of going into labor and what will happen during it. I am beyond excited about getting to see my baby being born. I cannot wait for that moment. I just cannot wait.

This past week I have been taking it easy. Just staying home with the kids, and enjoying them. We've been living in the pool, eating lots of dinners outside on the patio, letting Mason stay up late to watch his favorite show, and trying to spend more time with Jason. I've been enjoying our family as it is now. It's the calm before the storm.

Tomorrow - my buffer from immense change and joy and the unknown... can't come fast enough.