I'm being induced tomorrow...

... and no matter how much I think about it or how prepared I feel, it's really not hitting home.

I know it should. I know he's coming. I know I'm excited/nervous/eager/scared/anxious (all those natural feelings).

But it's amazing that 'something' (someone!!) can be made from 'nothing' (sperm, egg, DNA, all that scientific mumbo-jumbo). That 9 months ago (well, just over 9 months ago for this stubborn little guy), this baby inside of me didn't exist, then by some twist of fate these two little parts met up, made a cell and grew into this moving/functioning being. That he was pretty much surviving on his own inside of me for the past 9 months and now will require so much care and attention. That eventually he'll be a full grown person... (with an attitude, personality, and dashing good looks). That this will eventually come full circle and he'll be having a family of his own!!!

SO WEIRD!