Um...

I am 32 weeks. This is 8 months. This is 8 months of being pregnant. I FEEL like it's 8 months.
Today I am nervous. I am nervous that I won't lose the weight and I am nervous that I will be a terrible mother who can never find time to wash her hair, clean the house, or be a good wife to Will.
But mostly I am excited. About him coming. Because it really won't be long now.
As far as I can tell...everything I am feeling is normal. And if it isn't, shut up. Let me THINK it.

We had our first baby shower this past weekend. It was so great for a lot of reasons. What I liked the best was all the moms that were there. And all the ADVICE they had. There is something about seeing cute moms with their babies.
Maybe I will be one of them someday.
In any case, we are lucky to have people who will support us along the way. I am definitely feeling very lucky about our families.
I have lots of stories from the past few weeks, including Will plotting to kill the cats, but he is home from work and I missed him today..so I am going to go and see him.
More later!
P.s. I am not sure why my pictures are sideways..I really don't have time to worry about that. Just turn your laptop to the side...it only takes a second...