Ever have that moment when you realize something? Something that should have hit you over the head months ago, but for some reason it took this long for the reality to settle into your brain? And now, reality hits, and you're like, "Oh CRAPBALLS!"
Yeah, that's me tonight realizing that I'm going to have two kids.
I know. I'm like a million weeks pregnant. Check out this hot pic- what did I think was going on in there?
I'm 35 weeks today, and just starting to get uncomfortable. My energy is noticeably waning, belly is obviously growing and shape-shifting, and belly button is threatening to pop at any moment. We've yet to pack a hospital bag, or choose names. There is literally one bag in our room with a single blanket, a pack of newborn diapers and wipes, a bear, and two unwashed "coming home from the hospital" outfits, one pink, one blue (all gifts.) I'm painfully unprepared, both physically and emotionally.
But there is one thing that washes away all my worries... I absolutely cannot wait to fall in love with another little person all over again. I can't look at pictures of newborns and not tear up, wondering what Baby Braunalicious 2.0 will look like.
Like this one.