anxious to meet you

I had a dream last night that I had Peanut, and he was the most perfect baby there was. I woke up down, and a bit distraught, because I don't yet have him to hold in my arms, and I desperately want to. I know it's not much longer, but I'm getting anxious to meet him, to hold him, to snuggle him and to love him. I can't wait.