T minus 8 hours 15 minutes

8 hours, 15 minutes, an average work day, a good night's sleep and all that stands between us and the start of a new life....well, the start of the process of getting that new life out the door, but that's not very poetic. I thought I'd be filled with profound thoughts and insights tonight, but only one thing sticks in my mind. Everybody knows we're not going to sleep for the next 2-3 months. Who's idea of a sick joke is it to make us be at the hospital at 6:15am! Give me a break! At least let us sleep in a little bit on our last day of peace and quiet!

We're all a bit nervous, a lot excited, and anxious to get the show on the road. Even Amelia seems to know there's something big in the works. Today on the swings she said one of the sweetest things I've ever heard. Without prompting or encouragement, when I asked her what she was going to do when she met her little sister, she answered "hug". I'll remember that for a long long time.