reality has set in 😅

Just driving down the road today I said to myself, 'it's November 1st'. I sat and thought for a minute. HOLY SHT. It's freaking November 1st and next month is December and I'm due on the 6th. I almost puked. Ffs. As much as we all don't enjoy the end of our pregnancy, more than we'd like to admit, this is my second baby and I absolutely have come to the conclusion I'm more nervous this time around than ever. The first time was pure excitement. No clue what I was getting myself into. Don't know if I'm more nervous now that I know. Or maybe some deep vibe inside me hoping I'm good enough for a second go round. Don't get me wrong, it's my second and my first girl and I'm already terribly in love, but with chasing my now three year old around constantly where the hell did the time go. Also sorry if I made some of y'all realize we don't have much time left, like I did to myself today, just wondering if anyone else is in this sour patch situation. 😂