25 WEEKS

First, I know my posting has been very sporadic. I can't help it. It is amazing, but now that I have very little angst and so much less to complain about in my life, I have so much less to talk about! I guess blogging, for me, requires a certain amount of unhappiness, discomfort and torment in my life for the posts to just flow. I don't know.

Second, I can't believe I am here. I hit the 25 week mark tomorrow, officially. It is almost surreal. There are still many, many days that I "forget" that this is really happening and that I really am expecting a baby. Despite my growing belly. Despite the little acrobat inside who kicks the hell out of me every day. Despite the fact that my shower is being planned. Despite the fact that I have registered for gifts. Despite the fact that the nursery bedding I ordered online just came in and Amanda's room is now staring at me, a blank canvas, saying "Paint me! Decorate me! Turn me into a baby girl's room!"

25 weeks down, 15 to go. Only 15 weeks to go - holy crap! As silly as this may sound, we both (Anthony and I) are starting to panic because it is going to be here so soon. For something we have been working towards and praying for for well over three years, the fact that the big event is a mere three months away scares the hell out of me. Am I ready to be a mother? Will I be any good at it? Will I know what to do with a baby?

At the doctor yesterday, I was given a packet with all of my pre-registration forms for the hospital, and for an application for baby Mandy's birth certificate. It completely freaked me out - but in a good way.

The summer is almost over...soon it will be fall. And before the calendar officially declares that it is winter, I will have a baby.

It is still just so unbelievable to me. In the best possible way.