I was thinking that our baby girl might wonder one day:
"Mama," she might say. "Since you knew the day I would be born, what was the day before my birthday like?"
And I might say, "Funny you should ask that. The story is on my blog."
Let's just hope that my blog still exists someway somehow years from now.
And the day before your birthday, I finalized some necessary things: I finished packing my hospital bag; I tried to figure out how to buckle you into your car seat; I took a nap; I tried to find some paperwork for the hospital, but I have to hope I can complete it again when I arrive; I balanced our budget; and I waited for the hospital to call us.