still doing this to make you happy bub

bub, this one is for you... again :-)

so the little bun in the oven is 30 weeks today. good grief, in a little over two months we will be parents, what?!? can this be real? i'm sort of freaking out. what if she hates us? what if she doesn't like to eat the way we have planned for her to eat (breastfeeding vs. formula??). what if she grows up and runs away from home and blames us for every single thing that is wrong with her life? what if she's a totally awful bratty little girl and we suck at being parents? what if i never lose this gosh awful baby weight?? the next baby WILL be a winter baby. when it's 110 out all i want to do is sit, SIT, in a/c... oh yes, and eat lucky charms. what if we're being so stupid when it comes to me quitting my job? what if we end up broke and homeless? what if i hate being a parent and can't handle the stress of such an awesome responsibility? will i always hate the smell of onions? will i ever sleep on my back again? what if dr. oz is right and my abs stretch so far apart that they never go back and my belly looks like it has the grand canyon running down the center of it?

yeah, i'm sort of freaking out.