Baby Month

I'm going to apologize for my negativity ahead of time. I'm 9 months pregnant. What can I say? Well at least we've made it. We're in the baby month. I'm still working, and trying not to think about the fact that I'm 9 months pregnant and ready to just eat someone. I don't know how other 9 month pregnant women can stop working. Honestly, it's the only thing that gets my mind off of the fact that I'm ready to kill over. I'm really excited to meet my baby, and I am already in love with him, but can I please have my body back yet? I just want to roll over in bed and not have to ask Dallas for help. Heck, I'd like to get up off the couch without having to ask for a hand.

My belly is huge. Like. At our last appointment the doctor said the baby was "going to be in the 9lb range" - Do you now what this means? I'm massive. That's what it means. Not only am I massive, but baby boy is massive. I guess I should be grateful that he is very obviously developing nicely, but I just keep thinking about how massive we both are.

So far I feel incredibly unprepared for this baby. There is no rhyme or reason for it, because we really have everything we need. I don't think I'll ever feel prepared for him. He'll be 18 years old and I still won't feel prepared for him. I guess that's how life is. I'll be carrying this "Mom stress" for the rest of forever. (Go hug your moms, they are saints.)

Well, just 11 more days to go. We are due on the 20th. I'm hoping since he's so big I might be able to sucker him into coming early.. But I'm not counting on it.

-Kaitlyn