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Here She Comes

So we’ve got about seven weeks to go before Emerson is here with us, and it’s definitely starting to sink in with both Allison and I. We’ve begun to really make headway in getting her room ready, and we’ve attended some classes to try and make sure that we’re as informed as possible. Last Sunday, we did a tour of the hospital that Allison will deliver at, and you should have seen her face when this man rolled his pregnant wife in to the delivery wing in a wheelchair, obviously in the beginning stages of active labor. Eyes as big as saucers, she looked at me with an expression that said , “that’s not gonna be us, is it?” Oh, but it is.