It's the end result that matters...right?

Today, I've been an emotional wreck.  One minute I'm doing just fine, and the next I'm dissolving into a crying, sobbing mess.  I've tried distracting myself...been doing some last minute straightening up.  Trouble is, I keep making little piles of things that "go together," but then I can't figure out where to put them.  Grr! 

I don't know if all these tears are from hormones, nerves, or the endless array of thoughts that keep popping in my head...mostly, it wasn't supposed to happen this way.  I don't know why I should be surprised that my body isn't doing what I had hoped it would.  After all, nothing about this process has been "normal." 

So here I sit, waiting for time to go to the hospital (don't get me wrong...still got plenty to do--haven't even taken a shower yet).  I looked back at some of my blog posts earlier and couldn't help but notice that it was exactly 2 years ago today that J and I filled out the paperwork and submitted it to our RE's office.  Funny how things work out like that, huh?

We took a couple of pictures this morning before J left for work, but he took the camera with him so we'd have it at the hospital.  I'll have to post it later. 

TTFN...the next time I post, I'll be a mom.