My pregnancy app tells me I have 3 weeks, 6 days left and that this baby boy is the size of a watermelon. No wonder my tummy feels heavy.
Apparently D-day is drawing near.
Meg, Morg, and my Momma threw me the most fantastic shower last Saturday. I even received my first diapers. We have all the goods, (...I think) so now the waiting begins. I realize this waiting could easily last another 4 weeks, which is fine, but at least I can say his room is in order, we have a car seat, and my horrific pantry has been cleaned. The pantry was just bothering me.
For now though, this boy has a room full of things just for him and two parents plus one dog who are eagerly awaiting his arrival.