Tick tock... tick tock...

The McNugget's due date is almost two weeks away, but I am already feeling so anxious about his arrival. While I am definitely excited to meet him, I am extremely nervous about what is going to happen.

Every night, I wake up and think, "When is it going to happen? Is it going to happen tonight? Tomorrow? When?" I hate not knowing exactly what to expect... bleh.

We had a doctor's appointment on Tuesday and she gave us a 50/50 shot of making it to next week's appointment. I know that it is impossible to predict exactly when it is going to happen, but the thought of it happening today, or tomorrow, or the next day just freaks me out.

It's not like I am sick of being pregnant. On the contrary, I love being pregnant, even though I look like a Weeble. I think that if I was over being pregnant, it would make the wait a lot more exciting and a lot less nerve-wracking. But I feel like I could happily stay pregnant forever.

And for some added stress, I have been working like crazy in an effort to get everything done before the little one gets here - I just don't feel like there is enough time, and I also don't feel like I am taking advantage of these last two weeks and enjoying them.

Plus, we still don't have a name picked out for the McNugget. Sigh.

Where did the last 38+ weeks go?!?