Ch-ch-change...

Change is about as much fun as getting punched in the face. It's exciting, overwhelming, and scary all at the same time. I've never been much of a fan of it. But, whether I like it or not, I have realized one thing: no matter how much screaming and kicking I do, it's going to happen anyway.

It might have even happened to someone you know.

Last weekend, I went home for my first baby shower (I guess I should say Connor's first shower). It was a lot of fun to see my family and friends in Missouri. But this whole change thing really sunk in when I saw the balloons. It was really weird. I looked at the balloons and thought, "oh my God. We're going to have a baby boy. In a few months, it'll no longer be just Dennis, Echo and me. We're going to have a baby boy."

Judging by my ever-expanding mid (and upper...and lower) section, most people would probably guess that I was already aware of this fact. Apparently I wasn't.

Several things led to my loss of sanity at that particular moment (and it doesn't take much these days): we're now in the third (and FINAL) trimester; I have washed, folded, and put away some of the smallest clothing known to man; and we've talked with a nearby Day Care about how friggin' expensive it will be ($250/week!).

I am so excited to meet Connor but I am so scared at the same time. I love how things are with Dennis and I do not want to lose that. I don't know how to be a good mom - and I haven't even stayed at a Holiday Inn Express lately. I love the freedom of being able to run a quick errand without any problems... Will all of that change?

I think that I am just terrified of losing some of the great things about our life and being completely unprepared about how to raise the newest addition to our family. I mean, he'll be completely dependent on us! And we have less than 80 days!

My Mom, ME!, and Mommo in the middle of the street

Abby, my 5-year-old cousin

Delicious cookie favors

Echo checked out all of the goodies after I got home