Just so we're clear, I did manage to get three hours of sleep before waking up with awful heartburn at 2am, at which point I went into panic mode that the house was not clean enough and I just HAD to do the laundry and pick up around the place and get a bath and then fold clothes and then stare at the food I can't eat and debate about waking Elayna up so we can have one last mama-only-daughter moment but change my mind in case she's up for the next hour before we leave and then finally resort to getting online. Because isn't that supposed to be what you do when you've got time to kill? Renee will be here in 45 minutes to keep Elayna while Ryan and I head to the hospital. He wakes up in about 10 minutes, if he's not already from my bustling around the house.
I'm so excited and anxious at the same time. Nervous about the surgery too. I remind myself that I've been through it once already and we'll be fine. But then I remember I was already heavily under the influence of drugs the last time I was even given the option of a cesarean. (Jess, please censor any embarrassing, flashing comments you may have!) While I'm happy our family is growing, I'm going to miss my only-child. So please pray that she adjusts easily and is happy to be the big sister. (And that she doesn't try to cram crackers down Cora's throat while we're not looking-- purely because she wants to share, not because she's being mean.)
Time to move on! Gotta finish packing and getting ready for the hospital. Check back for some pics, whenever we get them posted.
