Tomorrow...

We will be a family of four. We will have our son in our arms. We will introduce our sweet (big) girl to her little brother. We will call and text and email with good news.
But today, we're still a little family of three, and while Sasha is mostly oblivious to the big day tomorrow and Z is ridiculously (though characteristically) calm, I'm getting very nervous. And not necessarily about how tomorrow will go or how Sasha will deal with this huge change in her life. I'm freaking out the way you run around the night before going on an overseas trip, making sure all the dishes are clean, plants are watered, bags are packed, floors are vacuumed, and beds are made.
I know it'll be hard in the beginning, hard for us to adjust to no sleeping (after over 3 years of mostly wonderful sleep), hard for Sasha to share us with this new little baby, hard for me to breastfeed (I've been putting that out of my mind, but I'm so nervous about that aspect of a new baby), hard for Z to have to leave us and go to work every day. Ultimately though, I'm so excited. I'm happy I get to meet my little boy tomorrow, I'm so ready for this day to come. Happy to see what he looks like, and what he likes, cute newborn sounds and faces, first smiles, first outfits. I'm just so excited!