Nothing has made me overemotional so far (like every article I read about pregnancy said I’d be) except the thought that Achilles will feel replaced by the baby or she won’t feel like I love her the most anymore. Christopher accidentally made me cry about it this morning, I looked into her eyes last night and started crying about it, she licked my leg for a treat and I started crying about it. gooooooooooooooooooood grief. 2 more weeks (?!!)