Five Weeks To Go!

And the paranoia has overtaken me. Yesterday I almost gave myself a heart attack while I was on the pot bc/ I thought my water broke. As it turns out, I just wasn’t quite finished peeing. Then I wiped and my heart stopped again because I thought I was losing my mucus plug. Turns out it was just some toilet paper, and, yes, I am a big dumb fool. Oh my god. I cannot be like this for five more weeks (or longer, as BabyPep will undoubtedly be late since I am so neurotic about him being early). At least I am getting some good laughs at my own expense. I just want him to bake for one more week, and then he is welcome at any time… :)