Here we go.

I feel like I should have something insightful or profound to say today, especially because if memory serves, I won't be making any significant contributions to intelligent discussion for at least a couple of weeks. I'll be relegated to gazing and cooing and talking endlessly about how my cervix performed during crunch time, and it won't be my fault because new moms are biologically wired that way.

Basically, I am packing and straightening and wrapping Bug up in my arms every time she crosses my path while swallowing down my tears for the way I am about to send her happy little world spinning into outer space.

I am giving thanks that, for the first time since the Crystal Light incident, I am finally more than 24 hours puke-free (I want one of those medallions they get in AA) and feeling like maybe sort of a human again.

I don't have any big words to describe the way the alien inside me squirming about is going to be an alien outside me squirming about in a few hours, and the whole feeling is just so surreal. Does he have hair? Does he look like his sister? How big is he? WHAT IS HIS NAME?!

I'm rambling, but I'm 9 months pregnant and I'm going to have a baby tomorrow, so I think I get a pass.

Wish me luck.