I got a text at 11:15 pm that she was going in for a c-section.
Unfortunately, that means it's 12:15pm in Georgia, so our baby will not technically have a 90210 birthday. We were sort of hoping we would get to throw a little "Brenda or Brandon" in the name somewhere, but that's okay.
Haven't heard anything since then, but I figure she'll be drugged up and recovering for a while so we may not know anything until we get there tomorrow.
We leave for the airport at 4:15 tomorrow morning, so I should be sleeping, but I can't. I cannot believe this is happening. I haven't called HR at work to arrange for maternity leave. I haven't set up an "out of office" message on my email or phone. I haven't applied for FMLA. I am going to have to call my manager on my way to the airport to tell her what's going on. This is it! The baby is coming. The baby is probably here right now. Crying.