"Being a parent means having the courage to let your heart walk around on the outside of your body."

Baby. Baby. Baby. Baby. Baby. Baby. Baby. It's quite literally all I can think about. I'm almost 39 weeks, and I'm DYING to go into labor.

Remember when you were a kid and you saw all those birthing videos that freaked you out? All that flies out the window. I'm not scared at all. I'm thrilled and excited. I don't think it's gross anymore. I see pictures of birth and I cry because I think it's so beautiful. Yeah... the baby bug bit me hard.

That being said, everyone says I'll miss being pregnant. I don't think I will. I can see being older one day and miss having babies, but the actual pregnancy experience I find frustrating. The morning sickness, sore ribs, and heartburn I can get over. What I hate is having this wonderful baby boy who I'm absolutely in LOVE with... and I can't share him yet. I play with him. I talk to him. I sing to him. I want him out already so I can show him to Willie, my family, and friends and say, "See? Isn't he awesome? I told you so."

Soon. Siiiiiiigh. Soon.