Holy frijoles! Are you kidding me?!? This pregnancy is already down into the double digit countdown. As of today I have 99 days to go until my estimated due date (at least for the first one).
Whoa. Shit just got real.
I don't know if it's because I'm just a lot more busy with my little spazz of a toddler (dude, seriously - he is a mess) or if it's because I am still in a little bit of denial that soon we will have two little spazzes to handle. Either way, this thing is flying.
Tomorrow is 26 weeks.
One week from today I hit three months to go.
It's scary. It's exciting. It's.... I don't know. Crazy?
I guess it's just weird/crazy/funny to me because when I was younger I kind of thought I'd never have kids. I didn't see myself as the maternal type. Even when my nieces were born I didn't feel the connection or maternal type feelings. Now here I am - well on my way to having my second little munchkin. I still feel like I don't connect well with other people's kids, though. I guess there's just something special about my own because I love Andrew with everything that I have. As frustrating as he can be he is seriously the most awesome kid I ever could have asked for. Love that crazy spazz.
Wow. So yeah. 99 days (or if this little guy pulls the early appearance like his big brother - even less!). Here we go...