Shock

While out running errands earlier today, the hubby and I were talking about the baby and the great naming debate.

When it hit me that I'm 30 weeks along this Monday and that means I have 8 weeks left of my pregnany (and before you send me any email saying pregnancy is 40 weeks, my doctor is doing my c-section at 38 weeks).

EIGHT WEEKS!

Um, that's two months.

And that's coming up really, really quick.

It kinda sent me into a panic mode because I feel like I am not prepared.

With Roo, I spent the entire 39 weeks preparing. I had read all the books, the crib was set up, the cake from two baby showers was eaten, clothes were washed and I was ready.

Besides a few packs of diapers and a brand new stroller (thanks Mom!), I'm soooo not prepared.

The crib is in pieces (literally) in the hallway, the hand-me-down onesies from Roo are in storage (and in who knows what kind of condition), I haven't even made a list of what I need to do.

And just thinking about it makes me exhausted.

There's too much to do!

Think it's possible to hide under the covers and pray the baby fairy comes along and takes care of everything?