Harvesting Offspring

In a little less than two hours, we will be leaving for the hospital to return with a freshly plucked son! We will squeeze him, poke him and sniff him to make sure he is ripe, but I happen to know he is purely organic and perfect. We are ready for our new little addition. We are ready to see his tiny face. We are ready to shower him with kisses. We are ready to introduce him to Big Sister. We are ready for the month (if we are lucky) of sleep deprivation. We are ready for the obscene amount of poo-filled diapers. We are ready for spit-up. We are ready for "coos" and gurgles. We are ready. Today 3 become 4. I hope we are ready.