16 weeks to go

I had a very scary moment of revelation while in the shower this afternoon--only 16 weeks to go before Jr arrives. Sure, I've known all along that I was due at the end of the semester, and some part of my brain remembers that a semester is usually about 16 weeks long, but for some reason I've only today felt a little terrified by this number.

Last night, one of my colleagues asked, "Are you at the point yet where you're thinking, 'I cant wait anymore! I want him here now!!'"

Um... NO. Should I be?? I'm at the point now where I'm thinking, "Please, God, let someone invent a stop-time machine so that I can have more time to get used to this idea."

I do find myself wondering about him. Who will he look like? Will he have my sense of humor? Will he have Spouse's beautiful smile? I really hope so. At this point, I think I'd be more excited, more ready, if only the whole "birthing" process didnt have to come BEFORE meeting him. And dont give me the "women have done this for thousands of years" nonsense because its not like *I've* done it before. And from what I hear, its pretty horrifying.

We're scheduled to finish the nursery completely tomorrow and I'll probably start moving some of the little things into the room. His room. Maybe I'll even order furniture soon. Ive chosen some that's 50 times nicer than what I have in *my* bedroom. Little brat is spoiled already.