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2 Days!

I can't believe we have just 2 more days until our lives are changed forever..again.

I really can't. Today was my last o.b. appointment before we go in to meet our daughter, and when we were leaving, I saw a woman being wheeled out with a tiny baby in her lap.

The last time I was wheeled out of that hospital I was completely empty. My body...my arms...everything.

I just looked at her and smiled. Because that will be me this weekend. THIS WEEKEND!

Honestly I can't tell you what's going on in my head right now, because it's not much (and everything). I just wanted to say I'm still here, baby is still not here, but that's all about to end soon. Our house is ready for my parents to stay with us for the first bit of time home, I have food in the fridge...we just need to get to the hospital and come home :)

Baby is still breech, and the docs are still planning on trying to turn her. If successful, we'll be induced on Friday. If not, we'll have a c-section. And really, I don't care either way as long as she's healthy.

I can't wait to share this girl's name and pictures very soon. Please pray for patience (and sleep!) before baby gets here.

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  1. Sending love, prayers and positive thoughts (though being in Australia it's already Friday :-P ) for you all. Hope her birth is beautiful xx

    KateM

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  2. It's Friday here now! Thank you for all the prayers, can't wait to share this girl with the world! :)

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  3. Goog luck and be blessed from Atlanta Ga.

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  4. Hope you and sweet baby girl are doing awesome xx

    KateM

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  5. thank you both so much! Post and pics to come soon :)

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  6. Can't wait... dying of suspense!!! ;-)

    KateM

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    1. So sorry we have been in the hospital more than we thought, but will try a post tonight! :)

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