Welcome to thrid trimester

I think I'm having one of those sickeningly perfect pregnancies. Yes, for the first three months I struggled to keep my eyes open past 7.00pm and I was a little trying to live with at times, but overall, the experience has been wonderfully warm and fuzzy. I have spent the last three months feeling invincible; not even needy 8th graders have managed to tear down my glowing demeanor. Most of the time, I have wandered around with my hand on my miniscule bump imagining the little girl growing inside. 

Sunday was my baby shower. The experience was lovely, but I'm a little concerned my pregnancy perfection is beginning to crack. I have spent the past two days fighting to stop tears. Emotions are rocketing out of nowhere and I have little if any control. I was leaving Kansas yesterday and struggled to get into the car in time for the floodgates to open. I'm starting to find myself cursing our choice to live so far from family...the thought of it brings instant tears. I'm terrified how close the due date is looming, espeically whe I peek my head around the door of the empty, unfurnished, half-painted nursery. I'm scared about my general ability to do this thing. And I keep having vivid frightening nightmares, last night my brother had no face. 

I feel I am being welcomed into the third trimester. I'm taking a deep breath.