Lasts

Our last day before our new baby joins our family. I keep thinking of "lasts." Our last breakfast. Last lunch. Last blog (maybe). Last time making cookies. Last time to go to the pool. My last meal tonight. It's so weird. I am really excited.

I finished washing and folding all his little clothes and picked out what to take to the hospital. Andrew's mom Cindi flew in last night to OKC and brought some cute outfits for both kids. (What a weird sentence! Both kids?? Do I really almost have 2??) My favorite is a black onesie with--what else?--Harley Davidson on it. It also came with a beanie and these tiny little booties. I love it. Can't wait to take a father-son picture. But that's what we'll bring him home from the hospital in. No better way to join the Webb family than receiving your first Harley outfit. Come to think of it, I still don't have one...hmmm. At least I have my own motorcycle helmet. Anyway.

We've just been sitting around today--not much to do--and getting things finalized and ready for the little one. I sterilized the bottles and set up the bottle drying rack. D.Todd, Leighton's giraffe, is clean and ready for the first picture. I am excited to see if Leighton loves D.Todd as much as Eva loves Henry. We'll see. I picked up my prescription of pain medicine, aka narcotics, according to the pharmacist, so I'm ready to brave surgery. We've got a borrowed video camera ready to go. We still need to take our last family picture and do a few other things--like grocery shopping--but other than that we are ready. Is this REALLY happening tomorrow? Holy cow.