With my due date quickly approaching (I will be 36 weeks on Friday), I am reminded of what a strange thing time can be. HOW Is it possible for a period of 9 months to feel so long and so short all at once? I had a weird moment (meltdown) over the holidays, realizing that this was the last Christmas my husband and I will ever spend as 'just us' again.. the thought honestly terrified me (still does). Reality is fully setting in that we are about to be responsible for a whole new life. Yikes, gulp, and cue the anxiety attack. It's cool, you guys, we've managed to take care of two dogs without any major malfunctions.. and dogs are basically like babies, right? Ha. Kidding. This little lady will be here before we know it, and I have never been more excited or terrified for anything in my life.
We can't wait to meet you, Baby Balash.
(If you're wondering, this is most likely my last 'bump update', as taking these photos was about as exhausting as running a half marathon. Hashtag pregnantgirlproblems)