My Last Birthday Not a Mommy

So this is my last birthday that I will not be a mommy. This time next year I will have a 6 month old baby. That is soooo weird to think of. I am so excited and scared. I had a great birthday. It was nice to be able to just have a nice weekend with my hubby and with my mom. I love getting to spend time with her and I notice the older I get the more I appriciate the bond I have with her. Nick and her spoil me way too much. They are so good to me. Mom is already spoiling the baby with clothes and baby stuff and it's not even here yet. I am so glad to be able to have the baby being watched by her. I know when Nick and I go to work that it'll be taken care of and loved like it is at home, plus it's free.

Anyway, baby hasn't kicked a lot today. I love when it does though because it makes it so much more real. My belly is starting to show a lot more and people always look at it when we're out. I am not loving the whole pregnancy thing overall though. I love being helped out a lot more and the idea I have someone that is made by Nick and me inside me growing but I hate the other stuff. The mostly painful sex, the breakouts, the hard time breathing, the constant tiredness, feeling huge, idea of strechmarks, ugly clothes, and I'm sure more I have yet to discover, but they all say it's worth it. When I think about it though I would take on this and more rather that not be able to have one at all, in that case, I feel tremendously blessed! I can't want to find out the sex though. 16 more days!!! I know it's a girl, I just have this gut feeling, but we'll see!! K well off to bed nighty night!