So, I made an observation of myself when I was in college.  Right before a semester started, I would organize all my books and such to make sure I had it all together.  One thing I liked to do was go over my class syllabi and find out what I would be doing over the next semester.  I would note every test, every project, every quiz, every assignment...and I would find it all very overwhelming.  Sometimes, I would find myself asking, "How in the world will I ever get all of this done?  There is no physical way I can do it all!!"

Then, the semester would start.  Day by day, week by week, the assignments would get completed, the tests would get taken, the projects would get done.  I would find myself at the end of the semester and I would look back and be amazing at what you can do when you take it one step at a time.

As I come to the last few weeks of my pregnancy (um...make that two and a half, for those of you counting), I find myself, once again, in that panic mode of pre-semester college days.  How in the world am I ever going to be able to do this?  How will I be able to watch my child go through all that he is going to have to go through?  How will I take care of my first boy?  How will I possibly understand all the medical terms I am going to have to learn? How can I emotionally handle it all?

While it is true that the time we will be dealing with this is not just a 4-month semester...but really a lifetime of care for this little one...I find comfort in knowing that I will only have to take it one day at a time.  I know that some days I will have to deal with more than another day.  The first few weeks and months and even the first year or two, will probably be harder than the once proceeding those.  However, I will be able to take it one day at a time.  How wonderful a thought that is.

Now...can we just make it happen yet?  I would really like to stop thinking and start doing (I think...)