Only 8 more weeks until the big day. Until then, I'm patiently waiting, growing my baby, trying to keep myself from going crazy with worry and anticipation. I don't really know what I'm so worried about, I already have a little boy who will be 6 in October, so it's not like this whole mommy thing is new territory for me. It's just weird to think that this little boy is a whole new person, he's not Anthony, he's not me, he's this new little guy with his own personality and his own mind and his own thoughts, and I don't know anything about him yet. I worry about loving him as much as I love Anthony, and I worry more about loving one more than the other. Is that possible? Can one child have a bigger piece of your heart than the other? If they can, does that make you a bad person, a bad parent? This is just a few of the bazillions of things I worry about on a daily basis, and they're not likely to go away when he's born. I look around at my family and friends that have multiple children and I wonder how they manage to deal with all of the worries that go along with raising more than one child. Sometimes I get so overwhelmed, my doctor gave me sedatives to take so I don't get so stressed out that I end up bringing on premature labor. But then I feel my baby move and stretch, I feel his sweet little feet press against the side of my stomach so that the shape is clearly outlined, and I think about how wonderful it will be to finally hold him, to finally see his little face, and kiss his already fat little cheeks, and I just can't wait for the next 8 weeks to pass by. Until then I try to patiently wait, growing my baby and dreaming of our future as a family- me and my guys.