My mom was here over the weekend which was just about the Best Thing Ever. It's so weird to think that the next time she sees me Possum will be outside the womb. So close! ABSURDLY TERRIFYING LIFE CHANGES SO CLOSE!
I know I'm being hormonal. I love this kid like crazy and can't imagine not having him around to kick my innards, it's just that sometimes I panic over the phase of life that's ending. I know that it's all for the better but I'd be lying if I didn't say that there's a little, weensy part of me that goes, "But what if it blows?" I know, motherhood doesn't suck. Usually. But did any of you parental types think like this? Or am I just a rapidly expanding freakshow? (Did I mention that nothing fits anymore? It's a horror.)