Anyone who has been pregnant will know this feeling. The one where every time you think about the thing that will change your life forever actually really happening, in just ten short weeks time, you think your chest will implode from fear and your brain will pop out of your ears from doing all the things that need to be done and thinking all the thoughts that need to be thought.
Ten weeks is both painfully long and frighteningly short. Ten weeks is the line in the sand when shit officially gets scary. Full time. All the time.
Ten weeks left in Brisbane. Shit has officially got scary. Full time. And sad and scary and frantic and scary and overwhelming and scary and exciting. And did I mention scary?!