DH just announced that we have 9 more weeks of freedom and it dawned on me, finally, that we are going to have an actual baby. I have not had that freak out, what have I done moment until just now. Holy shit. Damn. Why is this happening to me now!?
My freak out happened when I realized I had a 6lb baby in me that was coming out one way or another and it wasn't going to be easy. I legit couldn't fathom how DS was going to fit. He ended up coming out the sunroof.