Alright, so in about 12 hours from now, we'll be leaving for the hospital. Albie's mom, Sue, is insisting on comming as well, which will probably be a good thing for Albie. I don't know how he would handle sitting in a waiting room by himself for several hours (although he did mention taking a nap).
I am thinking about tomorrow afternoon when I will - hopefully - be awake again and everything will be behind me. Today, I'm just trying to stay busy for the last few hours here - watching moves, cleaning the bathroom, organizing the utensil drawer, making smoothies... I even made myself a sandwich for the day I get home, should I feel like eating something (I can't really count on Albie's culinary skills, but they may improve over the next month!).
Wish me luck! The next time you hear from me, this will all be over. The optimism will be gone and I will be blogging about pain and suffering instead.