How will I spend my last few hours of baby-free life? I am going to the post office to send a very overdue birthday present to my sister, to the library to drop off some books I know will be overdue if I don't drop them off now and to the dry cleaners. Good times. Good times.
On the one hand it's a kind of nice to finally have a timeline for this birth and know that he'll be here within the next day or so, but on the other it does not lend itself well to sleep at all. David and I both spent most of last night tossing and turning with a single thought going through our heads, "Holy Crap. What the hell are we getting ourselves into?"