I'm 7 months pregnant today.
I'm 26 years old today.
Third trimester, here I come... hopefully with a little more maturity behind me. Hah! Yeah, right.
I am really into that freaked out, "I'm not ready yet to be a mom!" phase of being pregnant. I'm not talking about the idea of being a mother, but the actual reality of needing a crib, diapers, bottles, separate laundry detergent... You've got to be kidding me. There is way too much to remember about something that sleeps a million hours a day, pukes, pees, and poops. Oh, and looks cute, too. I forgot that part.