I forgot the mention the series of painful contractions during the night that started the panic attacks when I realized that I am woefully unprepared to leave my house and birth a baby. WE DON'T EVEN HAVE A CAR SEAT!!!!!! Holy crap!
However tired and cranky I am today, I think I am handling things better than Gary. He's really upset and everything I say seems to make him more so.
The GAL called and promised me that she would insist upon team meetings monthly and she would closely monitor the situation at the new house. It was very nice of her to make such a proclamation, but our mandatory monthly team meetings happened exactly one month out of 13.
She did agree to bring the girls up for an afternoon to meet the baby and said just to let her know when we were up for it. I appreciate that.
Now I'm going to investigate a nap. Wish me luck!