Birth Day (or, Torture by Bacon)

It's finally here - I can't believe it. In the last 24 hours I've finally let myself think a little bit about how this is going to feel. I imagine myself crying when they give me the baby - crying with joy for her, but also with sadness for her brother. I can imagine the incredible gratitude I'll feel toward Dr. Riley if everything goes well. That's about as far as I've gotten with imagining the baby actually being here. I can picture all the rest of it - the hospital room and my family gathering around and the operation itself - because I've been there before. But not the baby part.

My in-laws arrived yesterday afternoon, and my dad and his wife got to Boston last night and checked into their hotel. My parents are on their way and will be meeting us at the hospital. We have to be there at 11:30 for the 1:30 procedure. I slept a little bit more than I thought I would, but still not much - I was relieved when it got to be 5:30 am, so I could legitimately get up.

I wasn't allowed to eat after midnight last night, so I had some hot cocoa last thing before bed, about 11:30. Right now, though, my husband is cooking breakfast for his parents, and the smell of bacon is about to drive me insane. I'm not even allowed to drink water. UNTIL 1:30. Well, really until tomorrow, but I guess the IV will keep me from being hungry once I get it. I hope so, anyway.

Thanks to everyone for all the good wishes. I can't wait to share the news. I just hope it's good news.

Now I have to go upstairs where I can't smell the bacon anymore.