Every so often it hits me that very shortly here we’re going to have this little teeny person that relies solely on C and I for everything, and a wave of sheer terror washes over me. You know the feeling… suddenly it seems like there’s a bucket of ice in the bottom of your belly and the feeling spreads from there, paralyzing you in your own fear.
I’m sure we’ll be fine, and I’m confident that we’ll get through it, but I think sometimes that I don’t realize the magnitude of changes to come. It’s more than just some cute, cuddly new baby… it’s a whole new life.
The sound of that simultaneously elates me and scares the bejeezus out of me.