......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. Sighhhhh. 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. Beeeeeeeeeeeep. Earlier we had a "last supper" of sorts and went out for our fin...
Austin, Jessie, Natalie, Stockton, Jack, and Claire (and Mario!)