finally..well, almost

Next week I'm going to be a mom. I keep going into these panics and being like 'wait, wait! I'm not ready. I just got married! I like being just a couple. I enjoy my freedom. I'm too young, I'm just a kid myself!' Then I'm like..wait...I've been happily married for almost 7 years; we are a good, strong couple and a baby isn't going to ruin that; we tried for this....for years...and I'm not young or a kid anymore (actually, I'm pretty old to be starting out on this). Thank goodness for Marty being rational. When I get really bad, he manages to squeeze in behind me in the bathtub, wash my back and talk me through my panic.