Tomorrow is the big day…

I’ve been through it twice before… but that doesn’t make me any less nervous…

Butterflies are running rampage in my belly and I simply can’t think about anything else, and the arrival of my third boy has been populating my mind for the past few days in special.

Not all thoughts were happy… I have cried once or twice because JT will be another of my sons that I won’t get to see growing on an every day basis. I want to be as present as I can… I need to be as present as I can, but in the end I realise that it’s not the same as being there every day. But I am happy I will finally be able to actually be part of JT’s life. His mum carried him for the past 9 months and I might have not had much say or chance to participate on the pregnancy, but tomorrow is a new day, and the beginning of a new walk. And in this new walk I have the chance to be part of his little life.

We’ve spoken better about the details of tomorrow… I am still not allowed to be there for the C-Sec as there might be complications and to be honest, I don’t want to add up to Hales’s stress at that moment, but I’ll be impatiently waiting at the hospital’s cafe for news coming from her mum or the midwifes. I will be impatiently waiting to know when I can go up to see my littlest monkey (I’m sure he will be one… all of his brothers are… hehehehe).

I am curious to see his little face…  and hold his little hands on mine… And for that little moment I know I will forget the world out there, and forget every single doubt and pain I have. Every worry and every fear… gone.

Sure, new ones will come… they are bound to come… That’s what kids are for aren’t they? so we can worry about them?

Right now to me all that matters is that I will be able to hold him in my arms… That’s enough for me

So tomorrow… If you need me… I’ll be having coffee at the hospital’s cafe… and I’ll be waiting to be called up to see the littlest monkey.

And yeah… I’ll be tweeting…

Tomorrow!