Re-scheduled my c-section for tomorrow instead of next Tuesday. There were a lot of factors that went into this decision and there is a part of me that feels like I lost, or quit, the battle of Natural Childbirth v. Way to Many Unnecessary C-sections and feels ashamed and defeated. Part of me just doesn’t care anymore and can’t wait to have this baby!
Taught my last Spanish class for a long time. It was sort of anti-climactic. It’s the end of the year so I am ready to say ‘good-bye’ but I know I will miss it. My students were going crazy not knowing the name of our little one, but as long as I promised he would not be named Francis or Ben (I have no idea where they came up with these two particular names) they seemed satisfied.
Have thought of about 50 more things that need to get done before the baby gets here.
Have decided to let go of about 45 of those things, knowing the world will not end if I don’t wash the curtains in the living room, even if they are covered in Chloe’s hair.
Am going to spoil Evangeline a little bit more before she gives up her position as an only child.
Am daydreaming about meeting my son tomorrow.
Am going to pray for a safe surgery and a healthy delivery.
Am going to go finish packing my hospital bag now…