Set

Well, my bag is packed.

I'm ready to go.

36 more hours to go.

I can't believe it's time to say hello!

Well your family's waiting to welcome you home.

Your room is ready - it's good to go.

In just awhile,

You'll be here in my arms.

So kick me and smile for me.

Cry your little lungs full for me.

I'll hold you and I'll never let you go.

'Cause I'm ready to meet my girl.

Ready to see your little curls.

Ready to kiss your precious face.

Tonight, my first wave of out-of-town help arrived. Aunt Georgie - my mom's middle sister and my mom-away-from-home while I was in college - arrived this evening. She's taking Daniel for the morning on Lia's birth day. They're going to make strawberry shortcake, play with tractors, and do whatever else occurs to them to help pass the hours until Daniel can meet his little sister. I can't believe how blessed we are to have such wonderful family and friends who are willing to lend a hand in SO many ways. My family rocks.

As nice as it is to have a plan in place, I can't help thinking how nice it would be if things would just start on their own. Dr. Abair has said that she wants to give Lia every opportunity to get unraveled and turn. Something in the back of my head (front of my head??) tells me that if we pull the trigger when we're ready to pull the trigger, there may have been a chance. If we cut at 8:15 on Friday, God may have planned on turning her at 8:15 on Saturday. All of that not withstanding, I guess we're all set, regardless of what may happen or what might have happened.

'Cause I'm ready to meet my girl.

Ready to see your little curls.

Ready to kiss your precious face.