I'm so tired of being round.

Let's all pray, plead or perform a sacrafice (you know, whatever you're into) so that this baby decides to pop out sometime in the next two weeks.

There's a full moon on the 18th. I wouldn't mind having her then.

What I DON'T want is to wait until my "estimated due date" on the 28th.

I guess I just can't wait to meet this little girl. She's been my whole world since I knew about her existence and I'd like to show her how much I already love her.

My hospital bag is packed, Allen's bag is packed (a nice masculine black bag :) ) and all I need now is steady regular contractions or the breaking of my waters. Everytime I get a painful cramp I get so excited! How backwards is that?

I'm moving down to Savannah with Allen after she arrives. We have an apartment where his mom manages and I'm looking forward to having my own space again, away from my mothers rule. Although I worry about leaving her and Ashley again. And I stress myself out just thinking about leaving them. I wish I knew they'll be okay.

I have to try to focus on making a great life for this baby, though. I must move on so that I can live my life and help them live a better one later on.
I'm leaving home (again) so that I can come back some day and rescue them. (That thought makes me feel a lot better about leaving)

I have a clinic appointment tomorrow. Let's hope they surprise me with "you're already 3 cm dilated!!"

v_v I wish.