Actually, I'm at a point where I want to start counting down. I have 15 weeks to go, and that doesn't seem so bad. This pregnancy was rough in the beginning. It's been my most difficult pregnancy so far. I'm sure it's because I have to take care of Lila and Calvin, all while being tired and uncomfortable and grouchy. I keep thinking of all the women I know who have more kids than me and have been pregnant more times than me. I don't know how they did it. ANY of it. I'm guessing they just did it and it became doable, if that makes any sense. I can remember how hard I thought it was with just one baby, now I have two and don't know why I ever thought one baby was hard. I guess things just work out when we do our best and rely on the Lord for help. That's my plan, anyway.
Here's a picture for posterity's sake.