It's December!

December means lots of things.  Christmas, mainly.  But secondly, I can officially say I'm having a baby NEXT MONTH.  True, it could be late next month.  But it makes my round ligaments, back, feet, esophagus, and bum {GAWD, hemroids are not fun} feel much happier to say "next month" instead of possibly 8 weeks. 

I'm ready to be in the hospital.  They have good food.  And yes, I'm serious.  Mine actually does.  Not only that, they feed dad, too.  Which is kinda a big deal when you're living there for 2 days. 

I'm ready to meet this little toot.  Not to mention, I'm ready for him to stop river dancing on my bladder.  His toes also found my ribs last night.  I didn't sleep much.

This pregnancy hasn't seemed as bad as the other 2.  Maybe because it is, 100% certainly, my last pregnancy.  So I've tried enjoying it.  The moments and reading about what he's doing while he's in there.  Trying to grasp the miracle of the fact there's a PERSON living IN me.  Right now.  A whole person.  So crazy. 

But, I'm ready.  Let's do this.  Soon.