even though every day i get a little bit bigger, and this little person inside jerks around like the dickens, i can’t help but be shocked every time i catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and think, “is this actually happening?”
it’s been hard to wrap my mind around the fact that at the end of february, or sometime in march, i’m going to be holding this kid that i helped create. i’ve seen women walking down the street with carriages and babies, feeding them, talking to them, doating on them… i can’t picture myself in that position.
part of me feels like i should be a little more worried about that, like i should be more worried that i can’t see myself going through labor – there’s “pregnant me” and “not pregnant me”, and a “this scene missing” card in between the two.
i don’t know what that means…