
I can't believe that I can actually say that I am going to meet my newborn son tomorrow. I am so nervous and anxious, yet so dang excited. I just pray that everything goes well and that he comes healthy.
I have been having so many dreams of all the complications that could happen, but then again I am the master worrier. If something bad can be imagined, leave it up to me to figure what it could be.
Brian had a dream the night before last that we left to Tijuana for the weekend and the baby happened to come. When the baby was born he turned and smiled at Brian and he had a full on bowl cut with dark hair. Brian said he looked like one of The Beatles. So Brian nicknamed him Beatle. The kid could even walk....in fact he walked through the turn style at customs all by himself. Brian was warning him not to touch anything because "everything was dirty" I can't stop laughing. I think I may have a Ringo waiting to come out. Hopefully no bull cut though!
I will keep you all posted on how things go. WISH ME LUCK!!!
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