Becoming a Mama

I'm getting very impatient. I only have 101 days to go before I'm done, give or take a couple weeks. That seems like forever. I'd give an arm and a leg just to sleep comfortably for a night. I keep waking up on my back, which makes me panic like all heck because every book I've read says that's a big fat NO NO when pregnant. Hurts the baby somehow. Plus it causes the baby to lay directly on my bladder so it feels like I really gotta go. Oh man. Only 101 more days, right? Who knew this pregnant thing could get soooo uncomfortable? Ha. It's worth it though. In 101 more days I get to meet the love of my life. We have a list of names picked out. I'm afraid to settle on something though, because what if I pick something fall inlove with it and then he turns out to look not like that name? Or what if by some crazy way that I get settled on such a cute boy name and then it turns out they're wrong and it's a girl? Could you imagine if had twins? One of each? Then i'd have to think of two names. I'd make their names rhyme, like I did to my cats. Haha. No that would be to mean. I was talking with a friend the other night. Talking about how I want to hyphenate the last name. People think I'm nuts because my last name has 11 letters in it, but I couldn't bear to have a different last name then my child, and I couldn't do it to John to not give his child his name. So whats my other option? I can make up some wacky name out of the two of our names. Van Fernakxoort. Ha. What a thought. But seriously, someone tell me, who decided that children MUST take there fathers name? Where did that tradition come from? Owell. Someones cooking.

Long boring rambling post. Woohoo!