I went back and read the first couple entries of this blog yesterday and the first one especially made me tear up a little. I feel like time has flown by since the day after Christmas when I woke up (the day my period was due), stumbled into the bathroom at 7am and peed on a stick (and on my hand I am sure). I remember that I couldn't breathe, much like how I feel now when I don't sit completely upright. I also remember those butterflies and the feeling that I had just discovered some wonderful new drug that made me feel like I was walking on air. Again, I feel the same way now. I also remember how I got THAT feeling in my stomach - you know the one. The feeling of "I need to poop NOW!" because you are so anxious, nervous or overly-excited. Yeah, I get that feeling a lot now too. Could be the impending birth, could be that there is a 5 pound baby resting and pushing on my almost non-existent organs.
The point I am trying to get to here BL is that your dad and I (especially me) are so freaking excited I can barely explain it except to go back in time and compare it to feelings I already know. I cannot believe that in a mere five weeks I am almost guaranteed to be holding you in my arms. You will most likely be wearing your black belt and karate chopping my body, but I will love every second of it. How funny would it be if you were the most calm baby ever once you came outside? I highly, HIGHLY doubt that but a mom can dream, right?
Nothing new to report on you today, you're just gaining weight and being a ninja like usual. 5 more weeks of waiting. Hopefully they go fast!