I love ya, tomorrow!

Tomorrow is the day.
Tomorrow is the day I officially begin my rotation on the labor and birth floor. I am seriously busting at the seams with excitement. I don't know why, but there is some crazy magnetic force that attracts me to pregnant women. Every close family member/friend who has ever been pregnant can attest to this. I need to know everything. I need to know what it looks, feels, and tastes like to be pregnant. This is funny because I never really felt like I was one of those women BORN to be a mother. Not that it's not on the top of the list of things to do before I die, because it is. Procreation is very important to me. Maybe it's because I'm an only child, or because I didn't have any cousins who were much younger than me (for me to remember the birth). I've also had a list of baby names compiled...for a while.
I am that person who becomes googly eyed at a pregnant mommy or a little baby. My eyes widen and I make this particular face. My baby face. I'm hoping that I can detach myself just a little bit from these emotions during this rotation. I have to remember that these are not my best friends giving birth...these are strangers. I know I will cry. I am prepared to cry when I finally witness the "miracle of birth." [as an aside, I said that previous statement to my older, fianceed cousin...who proceeded to make a gross face and say "ew." at the thought.]
Should I warn the family that I will be emotional? What if I'm expecting to be emotional and I'm not? Agh. This is not about me. This is only about my learning. Other than that, this experience is not mine. I am going to be fortunate enough to be apart of someone else's special day. I know I'll be fine with that. Heck, I survived the psych rotation...which was DEFINITELY not about me.
I'll get my own special day...someday.