80 days until…

It's not Christmas, but it kinda feels like it. That weird feeling when you recieve a gift and you're giddy to open it and find out what's inside. You hope you will like it and that's it not broken, but it's coming from the person you love most in the world so you just know it will be perfect in every way. Well… I know it's a baby boy and I can hardly wait to meet him even if he is constantly with me 24-7 already. My little baby boy who kicks me constantly, keeps me from sleeping, makes it hard to bend over, makes me throw up occasionally and has made me gain so much weight I feel like a puffed marshmallow. Ah, but only 80 days left till I'm due and then the real fun begins.