I promise, eventually there will not be posts about me hoping to go into labor.

We were at Dr. Ward's yesterday and he gave us the pretty definitive answer that Emery is going to be here before the end of this week. I think my heart just about stopped. We have everything ready: A few months supply of diapers; her crib bedding and clothes all washed and our bags packed for the hospital. What I didn't count on after hearing the news was the overwhelming need to ready our apartment (please note that it wasn't dirty in the first place.)

As soon as we walked in the door I started cleaning. I threw laundry in, set a plan to scour the bathrooms and the kitchen, unpacked and RE-packed our hospital bag and tried to let it sink in that Brandon and I will officially be parents very soon. While I'm sitting here typing this I can feel her squiggling around under my ribs. As uncomfy as it is, I think that I'm going to miss the feeling. It's crazy.