the end is coming way too soon.

I am scared half out of my mind thinking about how this baby somehow has to come out of me. . . . She is moving and kicking so much. . I can tell she is getting stronger and bigger by the week. . . . I only have about 4 weeks left. Most of the time I do just fine and don't stress about the pregnancy at all, and I am just excited. but lately, someone will ask me how much longer I have, and it will hit me that this baby is coming much sooner than I am ready for. .. . .can you really ever be ready though . . . . and then I start to think about the pain . . . and of course being myself, I think about the worse possible scenario . . which would be that they would give me an epidural, it wouldn't work, then for whatever reason, they would have to do an emergency c-section, and there would be no time to give me pain killers, and they would rip her out of me as fast as they could . . .I can picture myself screaming now. . .. . but then reality hits, and I realize that the worse possible scenario is just that . . .worse possible scenario, and chances are, if the epidural doesn't work, they can give me something else, and if they have to do a emergency c-section, and there are no pain killers in me, they will probably put me out . . . okay, enough of that. I'm sure it will all go fine, and I will have a cute little girl ( unless she decides she's a boy) in the end.