The Last Hours

The night before we left NY for NC we wrote a blog post - perhaps our first? - that documented our last hours as Yankees (we will always be Yankees at heart - don't worry I'm not talking about the team). Before the wedding we had time to yet again document the final hours before we became Mr & Mrs. And now, much to our surprise, here we are counting down our final hours before we become someone's parents.

We had always pictured the event to start in a lot of other ways . . . like in the middle of the night, the middle of the grocery store, movie or dinner in a restaurant. But no. It will be a planned out Monday morning. Our bags are packed, our house clean, our bills payed. The only thing we are in the middle of is March Madness. Leo probably won't miss a game since there is a break for a few days to accommodate for Baby Trend's birth and arrival home! Now that I think about it, it sounds like a pretty good deal. I'll be able to shower, do my hair, even put on makeup if I so choose! For two organized people like Leo and I, you would think this would be a dream come true! And it is . . . but we were just saying tonight, it feels a little like a let down in some ways. Maybe because it is so "un-Hollywood". Well, I'm sure after this whole affair has come to an end tomorrow (please let this baby be born tomorrow and not after 24 hours of labor lasting into the next day!) we won't care how he got here. We will just be happy he is finally here.

And so will everyone else. I of course have a huge family and both of us are lucky to know and be friends with sooooo many people. But you never really know how many people love and think about you until you are 8 days late having a baby! The e-mails, phone calls, facebook messages, etc have been overwhelming and wonderful. This little man has such a fan club already and he doesn't even know it!

To celebrate our last evening we did what I have been doing best this whole time and that is to EAT! We went to the Cheesecake Factory and I had the most amazing meal. I ate the whole damn thing and then enjoyed cheesecake (of course) a little while later when we got home. I did share a few bites but basically consumed the entire thing. I have to say, I'm kinda sick of eating even though it was quite delicious. I'm glad though - I will no longer have the pregnancy excuse. I'm quite happy to move on, back into a less sloth-full state and more towards the "old me." I can't wait to be able to put my socks on without huffing and puffing and walking around the block feeling like I will break in half from the weight of this kid inside! I have enjoyed every blessed (and unnessecary) calorie. And now I'm ready for the next phase.

The last thing I hope to accomplish before we meet this next phase officially tomorrow is one last night of sleep. I said weeks ago, "I can't imagine knowing for sure what is coming the next day. Sleep must be awful the night before! The anxiety!" I had to speculate didn't I? Well, last night was not so successful but perhaps that was part of the plan, as is much of what Mother Nature does. I'm still extra tired from so little shut eye last night so hopefully that (and perhaps a light sleep aid) will help me achieve my goal and I will be refreshed and ready early in the morning.

We don't know when we will be off to the hospital tomorrow but we are supposed to get a call to let us know. The doc told us to be ready when the call came so ready we will be. How can we not?! I'm sure by noon we will be settled into a room, hooked up to whatever drugs they use to get this process started and hopefully not far away from the end result - meeting BT and finally giving him his real name. BT has stuck so I almost hate to pick a name that doesn't start with "B". But you will still have to hang out and wait for that last bit of information. We have to have SOME surprises here!

Wish us luck on the next step of our adventure! We can't wait to introduce the new addition of our family!