8 - Month Revelations

1. Is time passing faster or is it just me? Seriously, we seem to have a sort of snowball thing happening. The further along I get, the faster it seems to go. I cannot believe I'm already 8 months preggo!!

2. Having a baby isn't that expensive! Hahaha!!! Well, for now anyway. Thanks to our AWESOME friends and family, this family-to-be is in great shape. Nursery? Check. Stroller? Check. Clothes? OMG. Check! Check! Check! She'll be the best dressed baby in town. (PS - We have no problem with this generosity continuing until her 18th birthday!)

3. There is really no sense in fearing the inevitable. I'm referring to labor, or course. It's coming and I've had to come to terms with that. No easy task. Don't misunderstand. I'm plenty nervous. But, I've embraced the fact that I don't really know what's coming. Ignorance is bliss.

4. I may miss being pregnant. Aside from the practical uses this belly has presented - arm rest and drink shelf - I've gotten pretty used to feeling my Isabel everyday. It'll be weird to just be me again.

Six months of sobriety sure makes you see things a little more clearly, huh?

In less than 2 months our twosome is going to be a threesome. Excited doesn't even begin to explain what I'm feeling. All of our friends keep telling us, "you guys are going to be awesome parents!!" I sure hope they're right. All we can promise right now is that she's coming into a very loving and happy home. I think that's a pretty good start.

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