I have less than a month left until my due date and I’m freaking out. Like, wow, FREAKING OUT. I always do this thing where I think, “Okay, what was I doing 12 weeks ago? That’s how long I have to wait! heeheehee.” and skip off to enjoy my day without a care. But right now? Not so much. Tomorrow I’ll be able to say that I’m due at the end of the month. I’ll be a mom at the end of the month. !!!!!!!
I definitely don’t feel ready, but everyone says the mama bear instinct will kick in and everything will feel natural and all that. It better. I’ve never even held a newborn! They’re too tiny and fragile and slippery… I’m thinking I should probably get over it now.
I will give myself props on the fact I’ve been super productive these past few weeks and the nursery is actually looking like a nursery instead of the pile of junk it used to be. Having that accomplished feels awesome and like 40 pounds were lifted off my shoulders. Those 40 pounds may have deposited themselves on my thighs, but hey, only four weeks left until I can work on that, right?
I’ll post pictures of the baby’s room after the changing table comes in and I get the adorable wall decals up. Ohhh my, you will die when you see these things. Little pink birds, that’s all I’m saying. :)