  It's my 24th week of pregnancy, and I continue to watch my stomach grow each day. With every inch I gain, my worries propagate. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that it's a burden, in fact I'm so excited and I'm know it's definitely going to be a bundle of joy filled with endless cherishable memories that are just timeless. So what am I muttering about, what's the big ordeal? How am I going to take care of him/her? How can I teach him/her well?
To be a good person? To take care of himself/herself? Will he/she be good at school? What school should the child attend? How do I prepare for that? Will I transit my eczema to him/her?
Where will I raise him/her? How do I deal with the conflicting ideas I have with his/her father? Can I financially support him/her? Who's going to take care of the baby when we are at work? Health issues? Will I know what is best for him/her?
How will I know what is best for him/her? Are we too young? I won't be as flexible as I was. I'm scared of balancing my life and priorities. Will other issues hinder my love and focus for the child. How can I prevent that from happening?
They say everything will work out in the end, but.........It's a life, and I want it to enjoy life and understand life to its full extent. 
