and in less than a month (a month from yesterday, really) i'll be turning 27. i still remember being about 4, having just kissed a boy, and freaking out that i'd wake up any day with beachball stomach and have to explain to my parents that, yes, i was k-i-s-s-i-n-g, and now i was p-r-e-g-n-a-n-t. (i doubt i could actually spell pregnant at the time, but i was always so embarrassed by the word. especially since i was convinced that kissing led to babies, and here i'd kissed a boy anyhow.)
on monday i find out whether or not any of the artwork i submitted for my college's triennial alumni art show will be accepted, and in 20-some days i'll be back visiting friends and family in chicago :)
plus our now weekly birthing classes on thursday nights for the next 5 weeks, and a check-up appointment on the 24th.
in about a month and ten days (or so), we'll be able to move into the house we'll be renting from ben's parents in owatonna, and about a month after that, this baby will be making a change of address as well - from helga, my ever-protective viking uterus, to the outside world, cold and bright and loud and confusing, but oh so wonderful, and much more thrilling than a cramped, fluid filled organ.
with all these things to look forward to, mid-october is gonna get here way too fast. (and still not soon enough...)