Kicked out of bed...

Libby has been pretty routine. I know when she'll be the most active, especially at night. For the past two weeks she starts to wake me up between 4:00 and 4:30. She wakes me up at other times too, but when I get up at 4:30 to stretch and use the bathroom it is difficult for me to go back to sleep.

Last night Harrison crawled into bed with us in the middle of the night. He must know that something is up because Harrison is usually a pretty sound sleeper. When I got up, I walked around a bit and looked at the bed. There he was, sprawled out in a position similar to when he slept with us as a newborn. Hands over head, snoring lightly, knees out and feet together. He's much bigger now so I had to move him in order to get back in bed, and for half an hour, just as I did when he was new, I watch his eyelids flutter as he dreamed, listened to his breathing, and felt his heartbeat close to mine. He is my first born. He is my heart. And his little world is about to be rocked.

Libby must have felt me paying attention to her brother b/c she began kicking like no other. The spell broke and I remembered the little things I need to get done before my doctor's appointment today, so I got out of bed, did some laundry and decided that this moment needed to be documented. At 8:30 today, my doctor will tell me my options. Will this be the day my little one makes her debut?