I'm washing all the newborn clothes I have for you today. It seems like we're set for the first 6 months, if not the first year. I have 2 loads of just newborn stuff to do! We've hardly had to buy anything yet. The universe is seeming to send us everything we need. I'm really happy. I have a really good feeling about this. A really trusting feeling, like I know everything will work out. I'm starting to get so impatient though. I think I'm a little manic or this is the nesting instinct they talk about. I can't sleep and all I want to do is get ready for you. I don't want you to be born until at least 37 weeks, and that's still somewhere around 8 weeks away, but I'm already packing the labor bag. I wish you could come out early and have no health problems. 9 months is way too long to be pregnant! I knew before I got pregnant that waiting would be the hardest part and I was right. Everyone tells me that pregnancy is stressful and painful and all kinds of crap like that. But it's fine. I love being pregnant. The morning sickness was annoying of course, and now that I'm bigger I can't move around easily, but all in all it's good. I love growing you, and feeling you move around in my tummy. I can even see the movements on my skin. I don't even mind people asking me questions or touching my stomach. I thought I would hate that. But I'm so excited and happy I'm willing to share it with everyone. And I don't care at all about people judging me. When I first started showing, I did, but now all I know is I'm happy. I just can't wait to meet you!