Ok so the time has nearly come for Shane and I to meet our little love. Tomorrow is her big day and today I can’t seem to properly grasp that the time has finally arrived. I suspect that later tonight when we go to bed I’m going to have a bit of a moment and more than likely a cry (a good one), then tomorrow when we arrive at the hospital, I think that’s when it’s finally going to hit me in the face like giant hand or preferably something more pleasant, like a giant ice-cream sandwich. I’ve lived with her for the last 9 months, felt every single one of her movements for the last few months and imagined every single day what she’s going to look like and in less than 24 hours I’m going to meet her and touch her for the very first time and that is the craziest, most wonderful thought ever.
So we are all packed and ready to go and baby Durrant’s room is 98% ready for her, although I have no doubt she’s going to be sleeping right next to me in her new cam-cot so that I can monitor her every move for the first couple of months. but before I sign off for the next little while, for obvious reasons, I thought I would share her room with you.