We are finally here - in the 30's. The next set of numbers starts with a 4, and we might not even get there.
This just got real.
Yesterday Margaret moved so much that I could see my belly move through my shirt while sitting at my desk at work. That is when it hit me. There is a human being growing inside my stomach.
For some reason, even though I have obviously known this all along, the reality of it hit me like a bag of potatoes.
A human, with a personality all of her own, who will eventually walk, talk, form opinions, make friends, get married, etc. is in my belly.
A human being, who I will be responsible for, provide for, and care for the next 18 years is in my belly.
A human being, who could grow up to become a scientist, the president, an artist, a teacher etc. is in my belly.
A human being, who could eventually have kids of her own, is in my belly. (So are the kids actually. How crazy is that - half of my future grandchildren are in my belly too.)
A human being, who I already love in a way I didn't know was possible, is in my belly.
I might have slightly freaked out. But then again, I freak out over everything. Like this morning:
Last night after work I went grocery shopping and stocked up on stuff for Dan to eat for breakfast and lunch. By stocked up, I mean bought two week's worth, because I am sick of running out. Then, this morning, after I drug myself out of bed before him so that I could make his breakfast and lunch, just as I was topping off the cream cheese on the bagel, he yelled from upstairs, "Racheal, don't make me a bagel this morning. I am kind of over bagels."
I stood there silently trying to convince myself not to use the cream cheese knife for anything other than its original intended purpose.
As soon as he walked into the kitchen and took one look at me, he grabbed that bagel and scarfed it down as fast as possible. He even said it tasted extra good. Poor guy.
Dinner with Friends
After last night, my new goal is to make a few new sets of friends, so I can have someone make me a delicious dinner every night of the week.
We went over to Courtney and Eric's last night. She made the most fantastic apple stuffed pork chops with spaghetti squash topped with tomato sauce. I have never had spaghetti squash in place of spaghetti noodles. I have to say that I am a fan.
I brought apples and homemade caramel dip.
Courtney's house was cutely decorated for Halloween / Fall. I need to get moving on this.
Thought for the day
Question for the day
If you have kids, when did your pregnancy "get real" for you?
If you don't have kids, how long can you eat the same thing for breakfast and lunch before you are "over it?"