We're in the home stretch now. After more than two years of struggling and nine months of disbelief, we're officially less than one week away from the arrival of Max. It's strange to even imagine it now, that we'll be holding him in our arms so soon. I really hope we have everything ready...

Tuesday started like any other day. Wake, shower, groom, eat, work. Just as a precaution, we packed up the car and took a few photos.

So happy, expecting a baby in a few days.

After that, we headed to the OB for our non-stress test. Max gave us a few little scares when his heart rate went from 140 down to 100 and back up again. In came the OB, and out came the words, "I think we're having this baby today..."

After all the excitement of the delivery, things started to slow down a little. Max is getting much more sleep than we have, but we're just happy that he's healthy and eating well. We have him on a good schedule, and I'm getting used to dealing with the concentrated evil coming out of his back end. Why doesn't anyone ever tell me about these things?

New photos after the jump.

We have hundreds of pictures. Seriously, hundreds. Pictures with family, pictures with mom, pictures with dad, pictures with doctor...tons of pictures. Picking just one would be completely impossible, right? I mean, who would even try to accomplish such a task? Just one photo, out of all the ones you've taken, that you want to post...

Well...

After a little bit of a scare at the hospital (jaundice is no fun), we got to head home on Saturday. Max has recovered nicely, taking on a nice rosy glow and gaining back half of his lost weight before his pediatric appointment on Monday. Since then, it's been a nonstop routine of eat, sleep, poop, sleep, thank grandparents, sleep, eat, poop, thank grandparents again, sleep, sleep, sleep, wake up at 2am and not sleep, poop...you get the picture.

Speaking of pictures...

It's been almost two weeks since we went for our last OB checkup and were whisked away to deliver our little Max. With lots of help and support from the grandparents, we've been extremely well fed and are now pretty comfortable taking care of our guy. I'm recovering well, and Jon and I both are adjusting to our new, choppy sleep schedule.

Jon's family went home yesterday, and we enjoyed a quiet, relaxing time at home alone with Max. Here's hoping this somewhat manageable time continues for a little while longer.