The end is finally near.

This is it.

I'm less than four weeks away.

The end is in sight and I'm having a hard time holding my composure.

I am ready to meet him, but not ready for the pain and suffering my body will endure.

I can't wait to look into my newborns eyes.

Worrying about missing time (events/plans) with friends and family is keeping me up at night.

Ryan is going to have a hard time adjusting to having a brother around.

Wesley is excited to be a Daddy again.

I am exhausted.

Life will go on without me... and the realization that I can't participate 100% just stinks.

Motherhood is a blessing and a calling. It's not meant for the weak of heart.

Pregnancy is a curse, but well worth it in the end.

I am thankful for good health insurance.

My Mom (Nana) is an amazing woman and I'm glad she wants to be around to help!

Friends have been super supportive and helpful during the last nine months.

Stretch marks suck.

I can already feel the baby blues creeping in... and I'm worried they will take over.

I won't miss getting up multiple times to pee or to get a snack/drink.

Cuddling Kyle is all I can dream about - and about what he might look like.

I'm ready.

Well, as much as I could ever be anyway. (: