We have a date

The eviction notice has been served. Come out, come out where ever you are Blob!

Wednesday at 7 a.m. I will arrive in style at the Labor and Delivery ward and I will walk out of there with a baby at some point.

I am excited but now I am officially freaking the FREAK OUT because ohmygod I am pushing a kid out in 36 hours. Ummmm. Yeah. Good times.

Josh gets to have the meeting he really needs to have, we get to finish things up around the house tomorrow, I can get myself a manicure and hopefully we can have a nice dinner just the two of us.

Since we'll never be just the two of us again.

THAT IS SO WEIRD.

My delightful OB said it could take anywhere from 18-24 hours, but then again, it could go faster. There is just no way to tell. I won't have to have the cervadil appetizer, I will go straight for the Pitocin main dish with a side of sweet, sweet epidural.

This is so bizarre. I spent 16 weeks trying to keep him in there and now I am kicking his little ass out. He's in for a rude awakening on Wednesday. He's coming out to a crazy mother, a laid-back dad, some anxious grandparents and two cats who have no idea what is about to hit them.

Poor Blob. He's going to have it rough.