Okay… maybe not the races.
We’re getting ready to take off for the hospital. I’ll be induced sometime in the next several hours. It’s bizarre to have an appointment to have a baby. So we’re just hanging around killing time until we go. We walked the dog. Went out for pizza. Vacuumed the house. Took out the trash. Watched some Olympics. I’m about to take a shower. Maybe catch a nap. It’s INSANITY! Waiting is not something I do well. I am also afraid that once we get to the hospital, it will just be MORE waiting. Uuuuuuggghhh…
But the good news is that (hopefully) sometime tomorrow he will finally be here! I can’t wait! I just want to see what he’s like. Andy and I have been imagining hilarious combinations of he and I. This poor child. He could really be ugly. There is big potential there. Good thing I won’t be able to tell the difference. If anyone tells me that he’s “breathtaking” then maybe I’ll catch on. Maybe.
Well… I guess that’s it. This is so not how I imagined having a baby. I imagined a frantic, panicky whirlwind. Lots of yelling, deep breathing, scrambling for stuff to bring, speeding off in the car.
I suppose its all a good thing… I drive a Kia… it would never make it in a high-speed labor situation.