25 Days To Go

That's a number I can finally live with. 25. And it just keeps going down each day. 25 is nothing! I'm so ready to be done being pregnant. Last night I slept on the couch because the only way to sleep comfortably was sitting up. Heartburn wakes me up all night along with the constant feeling of a full bladder. I'm at that uncomfortable, please-don't-grow-anymore-and-please-stop-kicking-my-bladder stage. Love it, but not really at all. I'm excited to see Easton with his little brother. We've been talking about Tegan and discussing all the fun things that Easton gets to teach him. He calls my belly Tegan, and he tells me, "Tegan is coming later, k?" I tell him that soon a baby will be coming out of my belly and that he'll get to keep this baby as his own. He pretty much loves that. Hopefully, if I am very lucky, I will go early instead of 12 days late like I did with Easton. Time for the squat thrusts and jumping jacks and lots of physical labor to get this kid out of me. So keep your fingers crossed that I'll be having him soon. I'm ready. I promise I am.