Tick Tock, Tick Tock...

Can you believe that I have less than 2 weeks until my due date.... I can't. I still can't process everything. The idea of me in a hospital room with nurses telling me to push is still surreal. Sleep is painful and being this uncomfortable is getting old. I just want to get this birth over with and start this new chapter. I am finally falling in love with this little guy. Yes, I feel ashamed that it took this long, but I'm being honest. The fear and worry about this huge life changing event made it hard to see the good in it all. There's still fear, but it's more manageable. I have good days and I still have bad days. I'm still on an emotional roller coaster. Right now, I'm finding it difficult not being able to move and do all of the things I would like. Like, I can't go out and get dog food, because I can not lift the bag. Now that work is over, I'm bored.... alot.... I feel like I'm wasting away. My mucus plug fell out yesterday. Well, part of it, maybe not the whole thing. I can feel my hips getting larger (because of the pain mostly). It's one step closer to the "event". One things for sure, I'm so excited to see his face.