Baby in Waiting

We are expecting this little girl to come any time now. I'm dialated, contracting, and impatient. It's become increasingly difficult to walk, sleep, eat, and breath. BUT I also know that every day my little bun is in the oven she is growing, her lungs are developing, and she has less chance of trouble at birth.
I feel a little overwhelmed with thought of being the mother of four. The responsibility of teaching my children to be kind, clever, honest, and all around exceptional people is tremendous. (...not to mention feeding, bathing, cleaning up after, and driving them to and fro.) I also feel blessed beyond measure to be able to raise these four little spirits in the gospel. How people manage without the guiding hand of a loving Heavenly Father is beyond me. The comfort of knowing the values to instill and having a "handbook" of sorts to do it from is a treasure. I know that I will be pulling my hair out during the day and walking like a zombie up and down the halls at night, but I also know that I don't have to do it alone. I am so so lucky to have at man at my side that loves me (despite my smelly feet and bad hair :)) a herd of sisters, mothers, and friends that have "been there" before, and a heavenly father to talk to when the above-mentioned support group is sleeping. To my team of family and friends I say thank you, I love you...and be ready for my frantic phone calls when I haven't gotten enough sleep and my words are slurred and I either can stop laughing or crying because I'm delerious....you know how I get!
Anyways, my little heart sob rant must come to an end. Please send me your best vibes for a speed delivery and a happy healthy bebe.