15 weeks pregnant.
I had a moment the other day… just a random blip as I caught myself casually resting my hand on my belly… I saw a flash of a newborn baby in front of my eyes, cooing and kicking, and I was kissing its belly. And suddenly this little human growing inside of me seemed so intensely REAL. Up until a few days ago, this pregnancy had seemed so far away- like it was happening to a clone. Me but somehow not me. It was like I was watching it from the outside. And I have to admit, this feeling of detachment felt strange and lonely.
But in an instant, we connected, this baby and I. No longer a vague sense of life, but a son or daughter. My little superhero or my bity ballerina. A baby I can not WAIT to hold and meet. This unexpected connection hit me like a ton of bricks. I smiled and laughed and jiggled my ever-growing belly as if it were an introductory handshake.
“Hello, baby blip! Nice to meet you!”
Chris & Ezra are feeling like it’s a girl, while I have been getting “boy vibes” the last couple of weeks. (And feeling surprisingly fine with those vibes, I might add.)
Whatever this baby is, it is already ridiculously loved and eagerly awaited.
Like Christmas morning times infinity billion.