10 Weeks To Go!

I just saw my little countdown widget (yes, the one with the scary floating baby fetus), and it said "10 Weeks to go". 10 Weeks, people! How is that possible! We have so much to do, so much to plan. We haven't even started our baby classes yet. Ahhh!

Okay, breath... 

The crazy Capricorn planner in me needs to settle down. 

In reality, we have gotten a lot done. The nursery has been painted, the crib arrived (thanks Mom & Daddy!), the mattress is on its way (thanks Auntie Nay Nay!), the registry is complete, the first aid kit has been put together (if anyone wants the list we received from our Infant CPR and Emergencies class, please let me know!), the shopping list for baby's essentials is ready to go, and the rest of our prenatal classes have been scheduled: Intro to Pediatrics in a few weeks, then our birthing classes, and then Breastfeeding Your Newborn. 

So I think we are on the right track, got our ducks in a row. But that doesn't mean I don't wake up in the middle of the night thinking, "We have no idea what we are doing. How are we going to do this?" (that and, "Is this seriously the seventh time I've had to go pee tonight?" or, "Why is there a cat sleeping on my head?"). I guess it's the whole new parent thing, this feeling like we are no where near prepared for our baby's arrival. Anxiety is to be expected, right? This is normal, right? Hopefully? Please?

Oh ya, and then there is the whole name thing. We do have a short list of names we are considering, but we really want to see his little face before we decide on anything, so I haven't really stressed much on that (Let's be real, people... you know I'll be stressing on that in a few weeks. In due time.). 

Everything is fine! It's all going to be great! La la la la la.

la... la...

la.

Yikes.