A freaking baby. As in there is a PERSON living in my belly right now. And he will actually come out in a few weeks and live and grow and love. It's really, really effing weird to think about.
Especially since sometimes I forget. Weird right? How does one "forget" that they have 20 or so pounds of baby and fluid and literally protruding from the front of them is beyond me, but somehow I manage. And then he kicks me or I try and stand up and it's like "Oh yeah, I'm hugely pregnant. No big deal." But it IS a big deal, a big fricking deal and it's actually terrifying. But really, really cool at the same time.
It's taken nine months, but Paul and I have grown a person. A flipping person came from our love from one another. I can't wait to meet this little boy. He's going to be so cool, I just know it.
I forgot to update on this but I had a sort of labor-ish scare on Monday. I was nauseous and sweaty with regular braxton hicks and cramping in my back and legs. I called Paul frantically and had him pack a labor bag and then tried to walk it off, which didn't really work. I called Eastman, but she was at lunch and so I decided to wait out the half an hour for her to come back, but then the whole labor feelings calmed down and I knew it wasn't it- but I went home and had a bath and some lambrusco and took it easy for the rest of the day and the next day. So no baby yet- thank goodness. He totally needs to bake more.
Also Christmas is in two days. Our last Christmas as a twosome. Holy crap.