Im going to be a FTM and I'm pretty excited for it. I've bugged my boyfriend for being a mom for a long time and it's finally going to happen.

I can't believe that I'm going to be 36 weeks this Friday. It feels like only yesterday when we found out we were 6 weeks pregnant and our little boy was only the size of a lentil and then came the days of reading ahead into every week, envious of women with their big, adorable round bellies. I couldn't wait to be in my 30 weeks. 32 weeks was my number for some reason, just loved the day that it came.

Now I'm starting to get scared and nervous, I've kind of been wishing for time to slow down, but the more I wish for it or try to ignore it and take it day by day, the most faster his due date is approaching. I don't know what to expect. I know I'm still 100% ready to be a mom. We're not going to miss out on much cause our idea of a night out with friends is at each other's houses playing board games or just ordering in and watching a movie. We're practically hermits besides getting outside for camping and hiking.

I just can't figure out what's freaking me out so much.