A sweet, sweet woman (and I mean that) I know asked me today how much longer I had to go. “A month and a half?” she asked. Oh no! I have 15 weeks to go…that’s more than 3 months! What does this mean about how big I’m going to be in the end? Am I going to be one of those women who can’t even roll herself out of bed at 9 months? When its time for the baby to come are they going to have to get a team of people in the house to get me out of there? Yikes.
On to other things. I still feel pretty good, other than continuing heartburn. Last night I woke up around 3 and didn’t fall asleep again until about 6, so that wasn’t too fun. Baby Z is still moving around every now and then with spurts in the late morning and evenings.
A friend of mine had her baby Jack in May. I saw them earlier this week and I realized something. From the time Jack was born until now is the same amount of time we have to wait for Baby Z. And that doesn’t seem like such a long time anymore! That thought freaked me out a little bit, but I’ve calmed down a bit since then. 15 weeks is still a pretty good amount of time to get ready for baby, right?
