My due date is 58 days away. I’m so ready for this to be over; pregnancy is definitely not my favorite stage in life.
That said, I’m incredibly excited to meet our daughter. Our daughter. OUR DAUGHTER. I have to keep repeating that, because it just doesn’t feel real. Sure, I can feel her kick… um, constantly. Yet, my mind is having trouble grasping that this is a human and not just some freak medical condition that will just magically go away and not produce a human.
You guys, a daughter!
I am going to be in charge of raising another human being. The universe allowed that. MIND. BLOWN.