The Final Countdown....for real this time.

Here we are. The last day as a family of 5. That is an unusual thought. I've never had more than 24 hours prep time before a delivery....even when I was scheduled to be induced, it was a "come back tonight" situation. Can't say I slept well last night. I'm pretty sure I won't tonight either.

Before I get into this, I have to apologize for not updating about STM & Angel Baby. STM posted last week & I forgot to mention it. She is cancer free (PTL). Angel Baby is home & doing well on her anti-seizure meds. She's also nursing well. I haven't heard about the biopsy results yet, so keep praying about that. Things are going better for them.

MIL just stopped by to get the last minute instructions about the kids. She'll be here about 3:15 tomorrow morning so we can head out at 3:30. I've made lists & lists & lists, but still thing I'm forgetting something. Daddy just emailed me & said he'd be here by 4 unless his boss chains him to his desk (I think Boss Man & I will have words if he tries anything....Bring it on, buddy. You don't want to mess with my dad today). He & QM will head to the hospital at 5 tomorrow morning so they can be there when Bitsy makes her Grand Entrance. Once we're all settled & we know all is well, QM's coming home to relieve MIL so they can head to the hospital.

I've left specific instructions that the kids are not to come until Wednesday. When I had B.B. I was so heavily medicated & in so much pain I couldn't respond to the kids at all. It terrified them. This time (since I know what to expect) they aren't coming the first day. I feel much better knowing they won't be there to see me doped out of my gourd.

And Daddy has been given the task of emailing a picture of Bitsy to her Uncle Little BIL just as soon as possible. Little BIL is having a tough time.

This morning (after waking up just before 7 & watching the middle of Ghost Rider), I Murphy's Oil Soaped my glider rocker & scrubbed the hearth & fireplace surround. The fish bowl was scrubbed last night. Husband rearranged the furniture for me last night to fit the play-pen in the living room again & he put the swing together Saturday. Oh, and he fixed my vacuum that hasn't had proper suction in 2 months....I may have to run it again tonight. It's just icky what's coming out of the carpet.

Yesterday Husband and I restocked my nursing bra supply (not a fun trip...not a particularly good day....they don't even make the bras I like anymore....stinking maternity shop....stinking bra manufacturers....don't mess with hormonal women like that!!! It's dangerous. I nearly cried in the changing room...ugh), they're washed & hanging up to dry. Paci's are sterilized & ready to go into the suit case. Film & phone card are packed. Wait, I probably ought to get out my cameras...duh!

I can do this. I can do this. I can survive the next 24 hours & not forget anything of vast importance & not panic about the care of my children. I can do this.

I really hope I can do this.