My due date is exactly two months from today! Holy Crap! Granted the odds of him coming on his own on his actual due date aren't very high but it's still amazing to me that in approximately 60 days or so I'm going to have a little person to take care of. I just hope that this little guy isn't impatient like his father and decide to be born two months early ---Kristian was supposed to be a Dec. baby but decided he liked the month of October better for his birthday.
The first 20 weeks seemed to drag, dealing with the all day nausea of the first trimester than not-so-patiently waiting to find out the gender. But every since then time has been flying by at warp speed and the weekends are over before they even start.
My nesting instinct has kicked into full gear. Even though we plan to keep the baby in our room at first I have this overwhelming desire to get his nursery done NOW. After all once he's here we won't have the time or energy to work on the nursery so I'd rather have it set and ready to go. Kristian doesn't seem to understand this urgency I have and why I get annoyed when he won't help me with something the second I ask for his help.
Unfortunately I do need his help with a lot of things, it's getting harder and harder everyday to complete even the smallest tasks. I have this growing to-do list but lack the energy to actually do anything on the list. And this constant backache makes any kind of extended physical activity nearly impossible.
As excited as I am to meet and snuggle this little dude I plan on enjoying these last two months or so of this pregnancy as best I can, after all who knows if or when I'll get to do this again.