Here's Scooter and I snuggling yesterday; usually, he doesn't snuggle with me like this, but yesterday he seemed particularly attached to me. Maybe he can sense the upcoming changes? I don't know if I'd give him that much intuitive credit! This afternoon, we'll drop him off to stay with some friends for the next few days, then Jerry and I plan to go out for a nice dinner, and then we check into the hospital at 6 pm this evening.
I thought I would sleep terrible last night in anticipation, but honest to god, I slept like a rock. (However, Jerry reported that he did not sleep well.) This is not to say that I have lost any of my fears or anxieties about giving birth; I think I'm just so ready to get it over with. Plus, there's not much point in dwelling on the things that frighten me -- I just have to face them, and I know that their reality won't be half as bad as my anticipation of them.
So, like I said before, we check in tonight, but things don't really get underway until tomorrow morning, so at the soonest, Norah will be born sometime on Monday (but, just as with any labor, the course of action is unpredictable so the time schedule can't be counted upon). I do plan on packing my laptop in my hospital bag, so when I can, I will announce her arrival, but be patient because I can't predict when that post will be.
Alrighty, I guess that's it! Talk to you on the flipside!