Realization

So, I realized the other day that it's less then 90 days until my due date. That's three months. In three months I am going to be handed a tiny, helpless, squalling newborn and be expected to take care of it. Not that I have a problem with that. I am beyond excited to have Little Foot out of my womb and into my arms to hold and love, but sometimes thinking about it is really overwhelming. Thankfully I just don't usually think about it. If I did I'm sure I would walk around in a total state of panic.

On the happy, less depressing side of things, the baby is growing well, and I've only gained 10lbs total so far, and my baby bump is still relatively small. I'm measuring well, and hopefully on Monday when I go in for my Rogam shot I'll find out whether or not I passed my 1-hour glucose test.

Update.. Because I am really alive.

Life has been good as of late, although Nate and I have both had colds and I am still working on getting all better. We got approved for food stamps, so at least until July we are set food wise which is really comforting. 

Nate got a lot of extra hours at work due to someone else being sick, so we have enough money to get a bed (YAY! So tired of sleeping on the pull-out couch) and hopefully get the cloth diapers for Little Foot soon. (Gotta teach Nate how to use them before the baby gets here. ;])

Speaking of baby, I had a Dr's appointment on Wednesday, and she said everything is fine, heartbeat is good and my belly is measuring right in range. I get my glucose levels tested on Monday, and my Rogam shot on Wednesday, not really looking forward to it, but it's all Little Foot in the end. 

I would post more but I'm getting tired and ready to head home and I can't think of anything else to say. =P

The belly at 25 weeks.

Prayer Requests:

1. That my cold will be completely gone.
2. That Nate's hours at work continue to stay higher.
3. That I pass my glucose test.
4. For peace for me, I'm kind of psyching myself out about giving birth and all that jazz.