Well, d’uh! Right? Well, apparently I’m a little slow. I know I’m pregnant. I’ve known for about 20 weeks that I’m pregnant. But it really just hit me in the last couple days.
Ok that sounds stupid, too. I’m sitting here trying to figure out how to not sound like a total moron but get my point across.
I’ve been wearing mostly maternity clothes for the last 16 weeks. My belly is expanding. I haven’t had a period since about June. I’ve had the ultrasounds and heard the heartbeat. We’ve named this little person I’m building and talk about her like she’s a relative coming to visit (“When Georgi gets here…”). I go to the doctor and I’m gaining weight. Doug lays his hand on my belly to feel her kick. I can’t remember the last time I was actually able to see my vagina! All of this and there just seems to be this disconnect between planning for a baby while caring for a large family like ours and having the complete realization that holy hell, I’m pregnant! And the ridiculous thing that did it? This picture…
No kidding. That was it.
I’ve seen pictures of myself recently where I look very obviously pregnant. But there was just something about this one that just flipped the switch for me. And the picture isn’t even really of me. It’s just a picture I’m in. This is cropped with 90% of the picture cut out. Still, sometimes there’s just something that makes it really, really, really REAL. I don’t know how else to explain it. I think if you’ve had kids before you understand. Otherwise, this is the best I can do.
I know, I’m a dork.
So we are down to about 16 weeks or so left. There’s still a lot to get ready for but we’re on the right track. I just hit a great Going Out of Business sale and got pretty much all of the clothes Miss Georgiana is going to need until she’s about 6 months old. I think I’ve picked out the double stroller I want and the co-sleeper I like. I’m working on sewing/designing a diaper bag.
Sometimes you just have to laugh at yourself and the ridiculousness that goes on in your head. At least I do. A lot. And most of the time I subject you nice people to this craziness, too. It’s an odd place in here, but I’m glad I’ve got good company.
OK, now I’m hungry and I have to pee. Again. I am, after all, pregnant.