My due date is in 12 days.
I don't think I have fully wrapped my head around the fact that life is going to massively change in less than 2 weeks.
It is a strange feeling to be waiting around for your body to do something major. I second guess every feeling. I expect every tummy gurgle, kick in the ribs or discomfort to mean something is happening. That this is IT.
Then comes the sheer terror that something is GOING to happen. This kid is going to exit and it is likely not going to be pleasant for me. Some moments I find a peace in the fact that labor and delivery and the scary hospital part is going to happen and then it will be over and done with and other moments I'm in tears from pure panic (and likely some hormones).
I think I'm in denial a great deal of the time. I mean there is a room in my house for another person, but I still haven't fully wrapped my head around the fact that I'm adding another human to the planet that NJhusband and I will be fully responsible for.
First things first though I suppose. He needs to pick his birth day and I need to emotionally survive his arrival.
Then I'll worry about raising him. At least the raising him part comes with coffee and wine.