The last few hours...

If you've been following along, you know that we are now down to single-digit hours until we meet the boys. I can still vividly remember our first appointment. A day that will live in infamy in our once-quiet lives.

By the time most of you read this we will no longer be a family of three. While most families add, we are multiplying. We are looking forward to tomorrow, but there is still a bittersweet feeling that nothing will ever be the same.

So we are sitting here, bags packed, trying to rest before our alarm goes off much earlier than it should. (I know Jen is glad she is up first tomorrow, but I think it's cruel that the last time we can sleep in for the foreseeable future, we have to be at the hospital by 5:30 AM.)

Jen has made it to our goal. I am so proud of my wife, and will never be able to make this up to her. If you go back to our first post, you will see that I had full confidence in her ability to carry these boys as long as the doctors would let her.

We will do our best to update everyone in the next few days, so hang in there. Thank you all for your support, thoughts and prayers. And we'll see you on the other side.