We only have 1 1/2 days left until we have a baby. It’s a very strange feeling to know that by Wednesday night we will be a family of 3. Since she is being uncooperative and not wanting come out on her own, the doctor set up a date to induce. I think it’s the fact that there is now a for sure time frame around the whole thing that’s making it feel so wierd. For a few weeks we were in a “hurry up and get everything done because the baby could come at any time” mentality but now, we have a deadline so we can actually think about what needs to be done vs. what we want to get done. There is still the possibility that she could come today or tomorrow, but I’d be pretty surprised if that happened.

Waiting for Wednesday to come sort of feels like waiting for Christmas to come only about a million times worse. On Christmas, you wake up early, see all the presents, know you are getting some of them and then go and try and drag your parents out of bed to open them - and usually within a hour or so you are happily playing with all your new stuff. Wednesday, we get to wake up early, go to the hospital, get an I.V. and then wait for who knows how long. We know we are getting a baby, but it could take 2 hours or it could take 20 hours. When really all we want is to be happily playing with our new baby.

I don’t think the reality of having a baby will actually sink in until they let us take her home from the hospital. While you are at the hospital you can always send her to the nursery while you take a nap or ask a nurse to help you help the baby stop crying. Once you leave though, that’s a whole other story.