Everything is pretty much done, with the exception of a few minor details, making the whole thing seem suddenly very real. We have six weeks (or less) to get our shit straight and turn into grownups. I've been under the assumption for the past ten years or so that I was already an adult. I think I was wrong. I've never felt so unprepared for what comes at me. This is the most terrifying and unpredictable thing that I've ever had to face.
On that note, we're having a boy. His name is Ash, and we couldn't be more excited. Words cannot describe the range of emotions these last weeks are bringing. All I know is that I can't wait to see him, and hold this person that I've been carrying around for the past eight months.