Worry.

I think I'm officially on my way to becoming a mother. I am worried about EVERYTHING. I'm worried that the baby is okay constantly (I haven't told Ryan this, because I don't want to worry HIM). I worry about our appointment tomorrow and hearing the heartbeat. I am worried that the baby will have dependency problems (and that I caused it by that time I tied one on with my girlfriends before I knew I was pregnant- stupid, I know). I worry that I didn't have one ounce of morning sickness and am I really pregnant- I know, another stupid one... cause I am. I worry about money. I worry about carrying this baby to term and having a healthy baby. I worry that I'm still not out of my first trimester and there's only a week and a half to go, but we're still in that "scary" period. I am even worried that if I sneeze too hard, the baby's going to fall out! YES. I realize it. I am CrAzY right now!!! I can't help it.

Okay. Just had to get that off my chest. Speaking of chest.... these boobs are getting ridiculous.