Yesterday marked one month until Connor's due date! My sister Sarah and my brother Henry were visiting us and I got Sarah to take some pictures of Patrick and me together.
I've hit a wall of sorts where I went from feeling pretty okay, to feeling a little panicked and pretty physically uncomfortable. It's hard to move and my belly gets in the way a lot. I was also really freaked out by one of my friends from college, who is due the day after me, pointing out that her due date is 4.5 weeks away. I was totally surprised and started crying because I don't feel ready. Not because I don't want Connor to be here, not because I would much rather not be pregnant right now, but because the transition time and adapting to have a baby is intimidating and frightening.