As the time narrows down my anxiety is growing. While it's kind of a relief after my first birth experience to be having a scheduled c-section, I can't help but freak out about the actual surgery. Something about being sliced open, having the doctor fish around my insides, pulling a human being out of my body while I'm wide awake seems kind of barbaric to me. Breathe, one day at a time, right. Wanna hear something else kinda crazy? I'm having the baby 19 days from now and the nursery isn't finished. I think my hub is a but of a procrastinator, no?
We decided on a woodland theme for baby #2 (we don't have a name, either, I know we're horrible)
I already have to rewash everything because of this little beast.