I was trying to explain how I was feeling to my DH the other night and it finally hit me...it's like waiting for an ambush marathon. Like someone telling you that sometime within the next two weeks or so, someone is going to show up at your door, hand you your running sneakers and say "OK, go!!" and you'll have to immediately start a 26 mile run...could be 8am, could be just about when you're going to bed at 11pm, could be at 3am...you won't know. Hopefully you'll be relatively rested (or at least not exhausted) when you start. The analogy just hit me...it's like waiting for one of the greatest physical/emotional challenges of your life to start and having no idea when that will be within a relatively discreet period. It's a positive event, but a challenge. 











It's scary to bring your first baby home, but I can't tell you how amazing and how FUN it is...DH and I have loved this first year and a half with DS - he's just the coolest thing. You'll be a pro in no time!! (it's a quick learning curve)...trust your instincts and enjoy every minute, time really does fly by. 

