I’m proud to say I made it 31 weeks, but the mother/pregnancy/ridiculous emotions started this morning. 

1. Looking into Achilles eyes. Her life is so perfect right now, but what if she isn’t as happy with a baby? Christopher says she’s going to help us raise him, but what if she’d rather not?

2. Unboxing a bottle set. I cut my finger and it hurt, but I cried because I’m going to have a SMALL little boy drinking from it. It’s mind-blowing

I’m crying as I’m writing this, ok