Almost time

Everything is set.

Surgery got moved up a tiny bit to 11am. We have to be in at 9. Robbie gets no food after 2:30a. I'll be feeding him at 2 and hoping that the excitement of the morning distracts him from the fact that he's hungry.

Because Robbie has a sick sense of humor, he was starving all day today. He even ate almost an entire bottle tonight. More than he's taken since we left the hospital, actually. I have a feeling I'm really going to have my hands full when Robbie gets big enough to really plot against me.

But we know it needs to be done. So the bags are packed. I'm pretty sure that all I need to do in the morning is pack up the laptop, load the car and stare longingly at a Xanax.

I'm nervous. My head is throbbing with a tension headache.

I spent the day playing with Robbie and telling him what tomorrow will bring. I took lots of opportunities to kiss and tickle his tummy. I got lots of snuggles in before he is likely very cranky for a few days.

While I dreaded tomorrow, he played with his new toy. He hasn't quite figured out how to jump yet, but he's rocking and bouncing a little. He seems to love it. I swear I didn't buy it out of guilt. Buying him off was just a bonus.

Think of us tomorrow around 11am CST. I'll update when I can.

--Trish