I thought I could make it. . . but since I’ve been surrounded by sick people I was bound to get something. My co-workers have been sick, the boy has been sick, and my mother in-law had something. It was only a matter of time. . . so now I’ve got this wicked cold.

Every time I sneeze, I feel like the fetus could just jump right out of my uterus. I just had a prego checkup and asked the nurse if that could happen? And she just laughed at me. . . I was kind of serious. I also thought. . .gosh what if I’m giving the baby some kind of brain damage because it’s bouncing so hard against the walls or bad whiplash. Okay, I’m being dumb. .. but I can’t help but worry and think of the stupidest worse case scenario.

I’ve got my ultrasound appt scheduled and we’re finding out what we’re having.

I know! I know! “I thought you said you weren’t finding out?” I can’t help it!

Last night, while I was laying in bed I turned over to Brad and said:

“I’m afraid of having a girl.”
“Why?”
“Because what if I ruin her? Like I’m not the girly-girly and I don’t know how to teach her to be girly-girly. I think I would be lost.”
“She’ll be like you and that’s great”

And then I thought, “how sweet!” but honestly what if I fail being a mom to the future girl?