But now that it has sunken in (we're going to have a baby! Forrrrealllls!) and I'm focusing on preparing myself for labor & delivery and minding my own well-being I don't have much to say about it anymore. My thoughts have shifted to "What's next? Oh yeah, a real, live KID."
I realize there's a time of "invisible pregnancy" where it's not visually obvious and the "out of sight, out of mind" phenomenon occurs, but that's when you're most excited and wanting to talk about being pregnant. I craved to discuss my pregnancy in order to make it more real in the early stages, but no one would bite. Now that I am rotund, everyone and their dog asks me how I'm feeling and strangers are starting to ask questions at the grocery store.
It may be the most ironic thing about being pregnant: people only want to talk about it when you've already reached the point where it's not all you can think/talk/dream about. And "it" is pregnancy, not the fact I'm having a baby.
I'll talk about our baby all day long to whomever gives an incling of interest.
Like, today, the baby is laying sideways (grr!) and its feet are in my side, kicking my spleen/intestines/kidneys. It's sooooo cute to feel little toes mashing up your guts. I can't explain how it's cute, but it is. I think it's because I love the toes and what they're attached to... it makes it different somehow.
Only 9 (to 11) weeks left!!! WOAH.
Stumble it!
