It's 4:39 a.m. Pacific time.
Beautiful is gathering her things and we're going to the hospital.
It feels real. She's been having hours and hours and hours of contractions every evening for 3 weeks, but tonight felt different. Good thing I planned ahead and got those two whole hours of sleep . . .
She talked out loud to herself and to me as she tabulated the final items for her hospital bag:
"I'll pack my curling iron--Mom, you grab your straightening iron--I'll get my makeup bag. Because when this is done, I want to look fabulous! No hot tranny mess for me!"
Now there's a girl whose priorities are straight : )
Stay tuned . . .