Last Call

So, boo is working and I'm here waiting for my baby. Actually, I'm hoping he doesn't make his presence before his daddy makes it in. I HAVE NEVER been so emotional in my life. I have cried EVERY FREAKING DAY for the past 2 weeks! My feelings are easily hurt. I can't get through a TV show without boohooing. This is the pits! I bet you're wondering about the chronic constipation, huh? It's subsided. Now I have indigestion like a beast. This boy better have a lot of hair! I talk to him everyday and night. No longer is he doing cartwheels; now it's more rubbing his knees slowly against my stomach. Baby DRK's bag is packed and in the car. Car seat and stroller...check. My bag is still in the house and I have a feeling that if something unexpected happens, I'm gonna forget it! Again, I can't see how any man can let his lady go through this alone. It's a lot to handle at times. I've been doing well up until now. I'm ready to see my boo #2. Nervous yet? On and off. I'm more so worried about how much breastfeeding will hurt. My doctor says I'll be able to sand paper walls by the end, hahahahaha. Considering there are only 3 weeks left, this is probably my last blog until he gets here. Welp, time for Ambien. I need sleep.