I looked at the calendar last night.
Hubs and I were figuring out when, and how long, to book our hotel in Texas for.
Then I counted the weeks until baby brother's due date,
and had a little panic attack.
We're now measuring in weeks, not months.
After I figured out how close it was,
I couldn't sleep.
I stayed up until 3:00 a.m. making lists,
and freaking out.
I feel like I have very little control over everything that's happening,
and now I'm desperately trying to find something to have control over.
So I'm making silly lists,
and filling the freezer,
and trying not to dwell too much.
Disney Social Media Moms 2013, day 2
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