Tomorrow...tomorrow...

In case you've been under a rock for the last 24 hours you probably already know that tomorrow is now the big day for us. That's 8 whole days sooner than expected. It all started yesterday afternoon. I was reading on my blessed new amazon kindle (LOVE) when I got this insane urge to sleep. I fell asleep for like 20 minutes and was woken up by some contracting. I have been having them off and on for a few days so I thought nothing of it. After a few regular ones that, mind you, were rather painful I started to time them. They were almost exactly 4 minutes apart. I drank a bunch of water and put my feet up but that didn't help at all. I didn't really want to go to the hospital because I knew they would just stop them and send me home. After almost two full hours they weren't lessening so we headed to the hospital. I told them I was scheduled for a c-section on the 12th but they had to evaluate me so I changed into that oh-so-flattering gown. They hooked me up to all the fun monitors and I was indeed having contractions. Some went off the page. It was kind of cool. Long story short, I was not dilating, so they decided to send me home, but they bumped up my surgery a week. Translation: no doctor wanted to come in last night. I am okay with the outcome because I am delivering so much sooner now. 5:30 tomorrow evening is the time and I am soooo excited to be done. I still can't eat or drink after 9am tomorrow, but I will take it. We will keep everyone posted via this blog, facebook, text messages, etc. Til tomorrow, friends.