Tomorrow is the day *bites nails*

So tomorrow is my BIG day. I find out of Deuce is a girl or a boy.

When I first got the call at the beginning of the week I was pretty nonchalant. I couldnt wait for Friday to get here. That was on Monday...I think. By Tuesday nerves started getting at me. I know I'm going to cry whether Deuce is a boy or a girl. I all of a sudden got super emotional and didnt want anyone there with me. I mean seriously I wasnt trying to look like this

and have people in the room with me. Talk about embarrassing. Of course my family ignored me and said they would be there. By Wednesday I was told that my mom would not be there due to a funeral, my sister would not be there due to work and Deuce's father would not be there due to.....well we're just going to leave it at due to. So that just left me. By Wednesday my nerves were shot to hell. I had been so adamant about being by myself and now that I was forced with that option, I didnt want it. Yeah I'm such a woman. Sue me. By the time Thursday (today) got here I was an emotional wreck. I'm super duper excited....super duper worried.....super duper anxious.....super duper happy......super duper sad. I'm super duper errthang! Whether I'm ready or not I find out tomorrow. I hope Deuce is in position. You know how she/he acts at times. Shadddeeeeee central occurs within my belly. Either way after tomorrow I'll either be

or