Plus one and cars

I was going to take a nap, actually I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep, when I looked at the empty bassinet next to my side of the bed. I guess it finally has hit me. If everything goes well tomorrow, I will have another baby. WTF? Pardon my language. Wow. Its so crazy to think that. I hate being pregnant. Hate it. I hate the heartburn. I only have heartburn when I am pregnant. And its not mild, its excruciating. Every time I get it I want to cry. There is not a lot of things that will make me cry. I hate the lower back pain. I hate trying to always find a comfortable position to sit in or stand or sleep. I miss being able to do things without being in pain. I hate hearing my knees creak every time I go up stairs. I seriously could go on and on about what I hate about being pregnant. Despite all of this, it scares me to think that this will all be over tomorrow at 9:30 am MST. I don't know what is worse: being pregnant or the thought of being responsible for one more human being. I am having another kid. So weird.

On another note, my current only child is obsessed with "car". Everything car. I have so many toy cars in my house it is amazing that none of us have slipped on one and killed ourselves. My new jogging stroller is now his new favorite "car". He likes to play in it and hide all his little toy cars in it. Its like car heaven for him. Sometimes I worry that he is paying too much attention to Mommy and Daddy driving. I totally can imagine him trying to take one of our cars out for a spin when he's ten and can reach the peddles. Ah little boys.