I am not going to lie - I am utterly exhausted as I write this, despite having actually managed to get some sleep on the eve of Gypsy's birth. In a way, it's a blessing, because I think I'm still too tired to let my nerves get the best of me and turn me into an absolute disaster on what is most certainly going to be the most dramatic and life-altering day of my life, (and John's for that matter).
It's 8:45 a.m. - and I'm sitting on the couch with our puppy Anna, sort-of watching the news, but not really absorbing much of anything anyone's saying, wondering when I'll actually start getting ready to head off to the hospital, where I'll reluctantly be living for the next 3 - 4 days. I think I'm sort-of in shock.
I could've written a post yesterday, (given that I really do need to start getting ready soon), but I honestly wasn't feeling it. After a couple of years about debating about whether or not to even 'kid' in the first place - followed by another few years of wanting to but not being able, and then finally making it happen - I was sort-of at a loss for words - and apparently, I still am.
But I think that makes sense. The enormity of this is truly overwhelming.
And on that note, today is Gypsy's birthday! It's finally here. After nearly 10 months of worrying, escalating discomfort, a laundry list of complaints and a seemingly endless stream of doctors appointments, tests and scary obstacles to surmount, it's finally here! We're going to be parents!
WE ARE GOING TO BE PARENTS.
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