Dear Diary,
Okay, it's getting real now. Like, baby-is-almost-here real.
My belly is officially HUGE. I can't see my feet anymore, I can't stop waddling like a penguin, and don't even get me started on how Min-jun treats me like I'm made of glass.
Seriously. The guy wouldn't even let me pick up a pillow yesterday.
But honestly? I kinda love it.
Today was our final doctor's appointment before the due date, and hearing our little girl's heartbeat was the sweetest sound in the world. I swear, Min-jun teared up a little (but he'll deny it forever).
The doctor said everything looks great, and that I could go into labor "any day now."
ANY. DAY.
I nearly lost it right there in the office. Suddenly I started freaking out about everything:
What if I'm not ready?
What if we forget the hospital bag?
What if I yell at Min-jun during labor and call him a mean potato or something?
Min-jun, of course, being the most annoyingly perfect human ever, just held my hand and said:
> "No matter what happens, you're going to be amazing."
Then he kissed my forehead and handed me a cookie.
Sigh. Husband level: 1000000.
We spent the rest of the day double-checking everything:
Crib? Check.
Diapers? Check.
Adorable baby socks with bunny ears? Check, check, and check.
It feels like we're standing at the edge of a cliff. Nervous, excited, and totally unsure what's coming… but we're jumping together.