If I could have a theme song with this post it would be David Bowie's "Changes". I feel like over the past couple of weeks I've been entertaining the fact that I might be pregnant. Now I'm convinced. I actually feel pregnant. I huff and puff when I walk up the stairs, I huff and puff when I get up from any sort of comfortable seating, and I huff and puff when I lean or bend over. But the fun part is, I feel the baby move quite a bit. I love her little hiccups and sometimes I swear she's moving furniture around in there. Maybe it's all the reality shows I watch that she has absorbed. I think she's been inspired by Top Design to make her space a little more feng shui, hence, the moving furniture. If she comes out saying "auf wiedersehen, mwah, mwah," we'll know I've been watching too much Project Runway too.
I can't believe that I've been pregnant for six months, and I can't believe that we are going to meet her in a few short months. I go between feeling overjoyed and terrified. That's normal, right? I can't believe they're going to let us bring a baby home. I feel so unprepared, but I know that we'll be able to figure it out. I'm right, right? In spite of the anxiety I feel at times, I'm so thankful. I wouldn't change it for anything. I can't wait to meet the little one.