
8 months - holy cow, it's real.
2 weeks ago our pregnancy was still relatively surreal to me. I think the second we walked into our baby shower things hit the road of reality and have been going full speed ahead since. Beginning to set up Logans room, buying essential gear, going to a childbirth class & having doctors actually mention things like ''when you go into labor....''
Bad news is that I think I've hit the pregnancy black hole or maybe I want to curl up in a black hole and surface again only once baby is here. Feeling very not pretty these days :/ Combine that with the wall of emotional madness that I've hit and you've got someone who would be better off inside the house in pjs all day. It's hit or miss the last few days if I'll wake up and feel like crying - for no particular reason. I teared up watching the birthing video in our childbirth class, I cried the other day cause Kevin didn't tell me he was going out to the garage to clean up, I was on the verge of tears this morning cause I don't like the way my week 32 pictures turned out. I'm a mess - lol.
Please give Kevin the strength to endure this roller coaster that I call me for another 7 weeks.




