The last week of February

I feel like once March shows up so will the baby, I know I will still have 19 days (technically) but I know that time will fly by. I had one of those holy cow I'm someone's mother moments...that seems bizzare to me. It's making me rethink goals and passions, I'm redirecting my life for someone I haven't even met. Jobs, careers, those things seem more important in the sense that where I work says something about me. Maybe nothing HUGE, but it could be, just like who you surround yourself is a reflection of you...I don't know. A career change at this point in our economy? I'm not worried about it. What I'm worried about is going into labor and pooping on my baby, a job is a job is a job.