So, about this baby in less than two months....
I'm not nervous or scared but that there, in-and-of-itself, scares me. I mean, shouldn't I be nervous about adding a baby to the mix? Shouldn't I worry about how we'll fit into this tiny apartment? Shouldn't I worry how we'll get around when Michael's in town before we're able to buy a new truck or van? And, then I shrug my shoulders and to myself say, "Why worry? What's it gonna bring?"
It is very uncharacteristic of me to not worry. Is something wrong with me or am I *gasp* gaining maturity?
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