Woah, I'm pregnant... Like, really pregnant. I'm having a baby in a matter if weeks. I totally have a person inside of me right now. A boy person. With boy bits. Far out! And I have to give birth again. Really soon. And I know how much it hurts this time! Must start reading some childbirth books. And I pretty much don't like any of the boy names I've come across. And I read a whole baby name book. I don't want to be one of those people whose kid has no name for weeks after they're born. Plus the poor kid's room is still full of boxes and pieces of the cot and all of my baby clothes are pink. And I've somehow timed it that I don't finish work until 2 weeks before my due date. What am I crazy!!? I already practically pass out from lack of oxygen because of reduced lung capacity every time I have to walk up the stairs there, what am I going to be like at 38 weeks?? And Pete has to take annual leave if he wants time off for the baby's first few days, which is fine except that he has to put in for it 4 weeks in advance. He only wants to have a week, what if the baby doesn't come on time!? And last time I had a newborn he was home with me 100% of the time, what if I can't cope on my own? This whole pregnancy has been a whirlwind. It seems like only yesterday I was peeing on a stick and too scared to trust those two beautiful lines! How did I get here already?
Seriously, I can't wait to meet my baby, I am already more in love with him than words can say, but right now I need my head to SHUT UP so I can get some sleep!!