The day started out bitter-sweet. I made sure not to take a single moment for granted. Tomorrow would forever change my life.

We spent most of the day playing outside with Morgan. We colored with chalk, played hopscotch, and ran around the backyard. Well, as much as a woman who is 41 weeks pregnant can.  I had this nervousness going through me the whole day. Had I loved Morgan enough these last 2 years? Would I have enough love for another child? Was adding another child to our lives a mistake?  Would my planned c section be uneventful? Would something terrible happen, and leave both of my children motherless? That last question was the one that was really tearing me down.

Would something go wrong?

Even though we had a wonderfully fun day, I still was filled with fear.  After we tucked Morgan into bed for the night, Dan and I began cleaning the house. We cleaned it from top to bottom ensuring everything was spotless for our new babies arrival. This thought was stuck in my head that everything must be perfect. Dan nor I slept at all that night. We just cleaned.

The bags were packed, it was time to go meet our sweet baby Mabel.