I keep going from being okay to just wanting to breakdown and cry. All it takes is walking by a mirror and seeing my bump, feeling her kick, or seeing one of the things I had saved for her arrival. My SO stayed home from work today to be with me and help me prepare for Thanksgiving. All I want is to have a normal-ish couple of days before I have to have reality. So time to stop being sad, put my big girl pants on, prep some food, clean the house and try to make myself look somewhat presentable. Here goes nothing.