I can't explain it...

I'm ready to have my baby. But I'm not ready to have him. Considering the fact that I can count on one hand the number of days that I've not been sick since the morning sickness started, I'm ready. But I'm not ready to to share him with the world yet. Right now I feel like we have this special bond. It's just me and him, you know.

Who knows, maybe in a week or so I'll be ready to give him an eviction notice. He'll come when it's time and I'll be glad... but right now I'm cherishing these moments... every kick and hiccup, and even the way he gets all crazy after I get sick in the morning.