Kristyn and I are traditionalists when it comes to having babies. We don’t want to know the sex until the baby comes out, and we go with whatever name feels right for the kid once we meet him or her (This time around we aren’t even sharing names). Being scheduled for a caesarean section is kind of a strange deal for us.

I think we are both Bradley's Method folks at heart. I, at least, look back very fondly on all the classes we took, and the grueling experience of Ella’s birth. The more grueling parts of that experience are the reason for going caesarean style, by the way. There are also a few pregnancy complications we are attempting to avoid by delivering the baby exactly at term.

As much as it goes against my nature, it’s really nice being forced into a scheduled birth. It has been really easy to schedule time off, and Kristyn’s mom invited us over for a pre-birthday spaghetti dinner. If there is any time for a party, it’s certainly the day before you deliver a child. Knowing the exact day and time your child will be born is very surreal, immensely handy, and mildly disappointing on some levels.

If there is anything important enough to override the very concept of scheduling, it should be the birth of your child. I never really considered how much I valued that part since it always seemed like a given. This is a negligible disappointment, though, considering the potential risks of going with the flow this time.

Another thing no one ever told me about was the strange sense of guilt you feel forcing another sibling on your children. We’ve been planning this baby for years, and both Ella and Ollie are extremely excited to have a new brother or sister, but it still feels a little weird to add another person to the family just like that. The excitement, fun and good completely overpower the guilty part. And it goes away pretty much at delivery time. But it’s there, and it’s weird that I’ve never heard anyone bring it up before. Maybe I watch too much Oprah, but I'm just calling it like it is.

The part I want to remember most about this day before is the anticipation of how the kids are going to react when they meet their new brother or sister. I also want to remember Kristyn’s big belly and playing with the baby’s feet as they wiggle around in there. Tomorrow I look forward to holding my new baby for the first time.

Tomorrow photos and complete stats posted here!