So here I am 25 weeks pregnant, with 15 weeks to go. The more I think about it, the more anxious I get. Time really has flown by--and well, we haven't even bothered to start getting baby stuff yet. Maybe I'm a slacker or maybe I'm in denial at the thought that I'm actually having my 2nd child.
When I was pregnant with my son, we pretty waited until the last minute to get things as well. We both knew we needed to get on the ball, but we always knew we would have things by the time he got here--so maybe that knowledge is what I'm banking on this time around.
Gotta love being pregnant.
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