Yeah, I get it. It just didn't really occur to me before everyone rushed in to make sure I was okay. I mean, I'm not gonna lie. For the few seconds things were sliding around I was freaking out, too, and cursing like a mofo. Good thing the blueberry doesn't know what it is her mom was saying. But then the wind happened and I was like 'woah'.
I'm due in February! On the 17th. So about... 30 weeks to go? Give or take. I don't like to think about it because nine months seems like forever and then suddenly HOLY CRAP YOU'RE GONNA BE A MOM SOON.