......so, I got the call an hour ago.
I'm still recovering.
I didn't cry or pout or whine or freak out.
But my excitement turned to impatience and my motivation turned to idleness.
The hospital is too busy to admit me at 7:30pm as planned, so I'm on an "on-call" status until 5am.
Which means all my hopes and dreams are crushed.
K it's not that bad, but I was/am pretty disappointed. I think one of the hardest parts of pregnancy for me is the waiting, and I thought that my waiting was over because I had this 7:30 deadline. Now that it's gone, I'm back to playing my least favorite waiting game and it's pretty discouraging.
BUT - for all of my wallowing, we still will have a baby sometime tonight or tomorrow, and everyone is still healthy (if not as happy), and I'm still a week early anyway so I can't complain too much.
Earlier we had a "last supper" of sorts and went out for our final lunch as a family of three. We spent the day doing Natsby's favorite things: reading, playing outside, eating, taking a bath, playing inside, and hanging out with Daddy at the office. I wanted to make sure Natalie felt extra loved and had a fun day. Now she's asleep and Austin and I are meandering around in a stupor, waiting to pounce on the phone as soon as it rings. (Which it better! I mean how will we be able to sleep tonight? Ugh.)
And it's only 7:11, which means we'd be leaving now for the hospital but now probably won't do anything exciting for hours.
Phew. I'm going to "curl up" as best as a pregnant belly can and distract myself in a good book to regain my positive energy. Baby baby baby! Woo! Not as soon as we expected but still *hopefully* ASAP!!!