I don't really know what to write about, but I know that if I don't write some of you will assume we're in the hospital or have had the baby. This is definitely not the case. For the past 2 weeks or so, I've woken up every morning wondering, "Is this it? Is today the day?" I've kind of given up on that. It seems as though I will always be pregnant. Our baby will just stay inside of me until it should be about 12 years old. I had stopped making plans for dinners or activities, but now I'm back to discussing the next few days without saying, "We might be having a baby then."
Wednesday cannot come soon enough.
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