First of all, I am not going to write any more about how close D-Day is getting and how much I’m freaking out about it. Just assume that every day that passes adds to my freak-out level. For the past few mornings, I’ve developed a delightful new habit – I wake up at 5:00 thanks to Ringo Kitty’s morning feeding, and I can’t go back to sleep because I’m thinking about all kinds of things related to the baby. Things like, “Where are we going to keep the stroller when it’s in the house?” and “What if my water breaks while I’m at school?” and “Should I buy the stupid changing table or not?” It usually takes about 2 hours for me to fall back to sleep. It is a shame that pregnant women can’t take anti-anxiety meds. Or at least have a cocktail….
So, I know no one wants to hear about all of these freak outs, thus I will only continue to share them with Aaron, because #1: He’s having them, too. #2: He helped get us into this mess! If I stop freaking out, I’ll let you know, but don’t hold your breath. (And just for the record, I’m really, really, really excited about the baby, but when I’m really excited about things, I get nervous. So basically this is the most excited I’ve been about anything EVER!!!)
I’ve added a poll to the blog for a little entertainment. Feel free to guess honestly (I won’t know if you’re the jerk that votes “after February 14th” 🙂 what day the wee one will make her arrival and later on, you can see if you were right! I’ve already voted, and I’ll even tell you what I’ve picked – February 8th, because that will be the 7th anniversary of when Aaron and I started dating. Wouldn’t that be sweet? If you want to share what day you’ve picked, you can leave a comment on this post.