I'm down to counting weeks now. Not many left. As time draws closer I'm filled with anticipation, excitement and fear. None of which I could ever begin to describe, they are all too intense. I've been so tired lately that I haven't had the energy to do very much. I hardly ever write anymore, and taking care of the apartment in an enormous task (what with my big belly and all). But it's coming together. His little bed is on it's way along with a myriad of additional baby accoutrement, all of which will be completely foreign. I just have to keep reminding myself that instinct will kick in and I'll know how to be a mother. I suppose it already has. I can't wait to hold and care for my little man. I think about it constantly. Every time he moves inside me I imagine what it would feel like in my arms. How his tiny feet will react when I touch them and his little fingers will curl and grasp onto mine. Already the moments we share seem so tender and filled with love. I sound like such a sap. Blame it on the hormones, I guess. I'm not sure when I'm going to stop working, but I'm thinking soon. I'm worried I'll be at work when I go into labor. Wouldn't that be classic. I can make it just a few more weeks...I hope.
Now I'm exhausted again. I'm headed to bed.
Love to all my family and friends.
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