and counting down the hours
Sister being labor-induced in like, a couple of hours. I am so tired I cannot see straight. But baby! It's like a disease, really. I am so going to collapse and die in the waiting room or something.
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby. Tiny little thing that screams a lot. See, I am trying to remember the negatives, but not so much with that working too well.
I am zen. In that way that is not so much, no.