Three months to go...
And the baby is getting bigger everyday second inside me...
Sometimes I feel happy that I'm having a baby. I always wanted to be a mum.
Other times I feel scared that I'm actually going to have an operation and let a "human being" out of my belly...
I get scared of the pain, of the responsibility, and of the change in life style...
I love my life the way it is right now. I have been so much looking forward to it... And el7amdolelah it has been more than perfect for me...

Sometimes I feel that I'm blessed to be making a family that soon. Some people crave to have children. I also feel loved by him with all the moodiness and crying he tolerates. Other times I feel heavy, tired of the short breath and the ill temper.

Sometimes I feel fat and ugly. Other times I feel pregnant, so I have the right to look like a monster.

I'm glad that I will have someone soon to look after... I will witness his growing up and learning new things. I will have someone filling the empty room in the house... Someone to love endlessly without any limits...

I'm worried that I won't be a good enough mum. That I would not raise him well. That he would suffer in this terrible world.

I hope he turns out to be a good boy...