It's an eerie feeling

Many of you won't be reading this until Tuesday morning but as I sit here now, it's Monday night and I've just finished tidying the house as best I can. I feel a strange sensation because I know that this is probably the last time I'll be in this house without Amy living here too. At around 9:00 on Tuesday morning after 80 days in hospital Amelia will be weighed and if she's gained, she's coming home it's as simple as that.

Anna is at the hospital now and although I'm here decorating and tidying I'm also deliberately not rushing because if you'll excuse the yuk I feel quite emotional, not for the first time of late to be fair. It's not weepy emotion though, but a collection of many others. Amazement, disbelief, gratitude, excitement, fear, elation, throw them all in with a dozen more and you might get the idea. One stronger than many though is hope. It's true I've hoped for many things over the last 12 weeks but what I mean is a feeling of hope. I've always been amazed by nature, human and otherwise but since August 6th I've been truly amazed on a daily basis by the care and attention other people have shown towards Anna, Amelia and myself. True dedication like nothing I've seen before but to top it all, Amy's own determination to come back from a start in life no-one should have to endure, to where she'll hopefully be tomorrow night.

Anyway I could rant on for hours but the main point of this post was really to allow me to be generally thankful for what should be a very joyous occasion tomorrow. It may be Thursday if she hasn't gained any weight but my feelings will still be the same. So this is me signing off from what should hopefully be the last peaceful evening during our tenure here at Number 22. After Amy's weigh-in I'll be coming home for last-minute preps so I'll let you all know the score around lunchtime.