Just brushing up on my Italian.
Full term this time around = utter exhaustion, sore muscles, trouble thinking straight.
I still can't believe we could have another baby any day now.
I wish it would sink in, because then maybe I would seriously consider getting the rest of our stuff unpacked, washing his little onesies and buying some newborn diapers.
By the way, newborn diapers?
How can a person possibly be that tiny?
The whole "be prepared" concept hasn't really registered with this pregnancy.
But I guess the only real thing that matters is the fact that I am fully prepared and thoroughly anxious to cuddle this little munchkin all day long, even if he screams at me a lot.
Until next week.