One more day

It's about 6:30 and I've been up for about an hour and a half. This is partly due to the fact that I can't turn my brain off and partly because this baby wanted to make sure that yes I did throw up the entire nine months. Tomorrow at this time I will be getting prepped for surgery. It's so weird knowing that I'm having a baby tomorrow. It feels like Christmas Eve as a kid, or the day before my wedding. The last few days I have been looking at Piper and feeling a little sad. She is still so much my baby, and tomorrow will officially push her into big girl territory. She will be the middle child. Asher really understands what is going on. He knows that tomorrow I'm going to the hospital and he tells me that they are going to take the baby out of my belly. He also informs me quite regularly that he will be nice to the baby, and won't hit it. I think at this point he's more excited that Gramma is coming down. He has the week planned out for her. His plan entails Gramma taking him regularly to Walmart to buy new cars.

I'm going to try to savor today a bit more than usual. I want to really remember just having two kids, of being a family of four. Our hospital finally has WiFi, so I'll try to do some updates in the next few days.

I'll leave you with one last thought. Yesterday as we were driving Asher was chatting in the back seat about Mustangs and tractors. He stopped and said "Mommy does Jesus have a penis?" I still find myself so unprepared for most of his questions.