HOLY. CRAP.

36 weeks and 2 days pregnant....FIVE days until i am full term. FIVE DAYS PEOPLE. Now, given that i have relentless heartburn, and am constantly sweating, am still waking up with charlie horses, and peeing every five minutes, you would think i would be UBER excited about little bit getting the heck out of me. and i am. i swear. i am MORE than ready for this kid to not be wiggling around in my ribs and kicking my cervix anymore. however, HOLY CRAP. i will have a real, live baby to feed and change and burp and rock and somehow teach to be a good person. what am i going to do with a baby?!? perhaps these are questions i should have asked ahead of time, you say. well, yes, i do see how that could have been beneficial. in reality, i did ask myself how it would all work, but the haze of baby-making bliss got in the way. before pregnancy, sleepless nights seem almost glamorous. changing 10+ diapers a day seems fun. learning to breast and/or bottle feed appears exciting. but, now, here i am, about to bring home a live, breathing, moving, crying baby and i am scared out of my mind.

oh, and lets not forget about the hours of labor that are yet to come. i have started to become a bit TERRIFIED about where exactly she will be coming out. i have always wanted pain intervention, but now i'm starting to get a bit wigged out about putting a big ole needle into my spine. and c-sections? don't even get me started. it all just scares me. i know BILLIONS of women have done it before. i know BILLIONS of women will do it after me. but, people, i just don't care. i have never squeezed a watermelon out of my hooha and the thought is just a *leeetle* bit intimidating.

so, as things get going, if you hear relentless weeping and moaning, just know its me wondering what it is exactly that i have gotten myself into. hopefully, i make it through to the blissful part... and yeah...i actually really can't wait to meet the little one!