"wow, you're almost half way there!"
and suddenly, I'm flooded with fear.
Half way? I am ???
I am !!!
Well that's impossible because
I'm not ready!

I have so many things I need to do! So many preparations that need to take place! I haven't even told my dad!

Half way means
half way to delivery.

Half way to the scariest moment of my life! And that's IF this little bugger stays in full term. I'm due in April, but I have fears about February and March.
I'm not even registered. I haven't even toured a hospital!
When do people do these things?!
~*~ On the brighter side of things.. I'm half way to that first encounter. To seeing the LIFE that I created;
that we created.
Half way to meeting the best part of the two of us. ♥Half way to all new priorities and
a brand new meaning to my life.
I hope this baby will bring me peace; and a fullfillment I never knew possible.
I know these are high hopes, and you're probably wondering how a noisy, messy baby can create peace, especially in an anxiety-filled neat freak; but it's a different kind of peace I'm searching for.. The kind where little things don't matter quite as much as
important things.. and where anger is not my easiest emotion to express.
It's about time I focus my attention on something else.
