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So Ryan and I were driving home from his very last day of work this morning when I looked at the clock and said "Do you realize that by this time tomorrow, we're going to be PARENTS!" How crazy is that? I mean...they'll just let anyone have a kid, won't they? Doesn't it seem like there should be a very long and extensive application process? Lots and lots of red tape? I suppose that technically you could call it a nine month waiting period, but not really, because I happen to think that the ride starts the moment you see two lines on the stick and start frantically wondering about all the unhealthy things you may have done in the past two weeks. Argh! Green Beer! (Sorry AB!)
I literally pulled an all nighter. I couldn't sleep if I wanted to. In fact, I'm having a hard time just sitting here and writing this, because every few minutes I just need to get up and pace the floor a little. Nervous energy. Ten thousand thoughts and hopes and fears. Ten thousand of each. My doctor was wise enough to give me a nice prescription sleeping pill for tonight. Sheesh, I wonder if I'll need it? I can tell Ryan didn't sleep either, because he came home and crashed pretty quickly. But first we stopped for breakfast, and the person who seated us asked when the baby was due, and I was able to say "Tomorrow morning". This makes people look at us like we're crazy. Why is that? Should we stay close to home, boiling water or something?
It does feel like we should be doing something spectacular on this, our last day as "just" a couple. But it feels right to just be doing normal things. Him taking a nap to recover from a 24 hour shift, me sitting here typing my nonsense to my Motime friends. We'll probably go out to lunch. We'll go to Best Buy and buy a new camera. Heck, we'll probably even go out to dinner. My kitchen is so immaculate, I don't want anyone cooking in it. And besides, we can. We can come and go as we please, with little thought or planning. Oh boy. Am I going to miss these deliciously selfish days too much? We have thoroughly enjoyed them, and I guess that's something.
You're all going to poo-poo this, but it needs to be said. I'm terrified that I'm going to die on the operating room table. (I know. I KNOW!!) There's absolutely no reason to think that my surgery will be anything but routine, and I know thousands of women give birth, many in less than ideal conditions, every day. You don't have to tell me any of that, I'm not looking for reassurance. I just don't like to leave things unsaid. So know this, Motime friends. You're all so special to me. You've seen me through some of my lowest lows, you've cheered me through some of my highest highs, and you've become an important part of my day to day life, which was a completely unexpected treasure that I stumbled upon one day. Thank you, thank you, thank you.








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