Well, it's 9 p.m. Monday. We'll head to the hospital about 5:15 tomorrow morning. And I'm not sure what I'm feeling right now.
Excitement, anxiety, joy, anxiety, pride, anxiety .... I alternate between being unable to stop smiling to being unable to keep from rocking back and forth and tightly hugging myself. OK, that last part may be a bit of hyperbole, but you get the idea.
I think it would be easier if she weren't being induced ... if we were able to just react as it all happened. But because it's scheduled, it gives us time to just sit around and think about it.
But what I keep coming back to is this: tomorrow I'm going to come face to face with something that will allow me to love more than I ever thought possible. We're going to have a son that we can teach and learn from all at the same time. And I can't wait!
I just hope he looks like her.
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Congratulations! Have no worries about being induced. I promis it'll be much easier on Alyshia in the long run. My last two were both induced, the first was not. Get that epidural first thing and you'll be feelin' good.
Hope everything goes well for you guys and your new family!
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