Sixty

I was telling a friend of mine at church a few weeks ago that I wasn't really going to start to get anxious about this pregnancy until I hit the 60 days left mark.

Guess what today is.

I wasn't keeping VERY close track of this the past few weeks. I knew the mark was approaching. But a few minutes ago I researched it via the web and found myself staring, eyeball to eyeball, with those two numbers. Ack! And yes, in a way it is a welcome milestone. But there have been various moments over the past weekend that have really made me stop and take a few deep breaths.

Example one - My doctor looking Brian in the eye and telling him it could be as soon as 6 weeks.
Example two - My first baby shower is next weekend - the 23rd.
Example three - Our carseat is being installed tonight by the police officer at prenatal class.

The list goes on.

For those of you who are truly sick of me rambling about my baby panic attacks, please forgive me. We are ecstatic about the impending arrival of our little one. But even excitement carries with it some anxiety. While I have long prayed about and waited for this day, it seems impossible to believe that it is so close! People keep telling me that our lives are going to change, etc. I believe them 100%. I have never doubted the truth in that statement. Its just this very curious thing for us because we don't know exactly what that means for US. Really, it means something different for everyone so the only way to know what the future holds for you is to get there.

In other news, my new fresh-air-exposure limitation has been determined to be 2 hours or less. I attempted a 3.5 hour stretch which I paid for the rest of the weekend. I am sure there are those of you who will strongly disagree, but I am praying for a really good HARD freeze. And then all the leaves will turn. And November will be right around the corner. And I may panic all over again.