18 weeks

This whole pregnancy thing just amazes me. I can't believe that I'm halfway through this ordeal already. Nine months seems like such a long time to wait with more than enough days to plan, anticipate, and get used to the whole idea of having a baby before it actually gets here--but I have unknowingly woken up almost every day this week to a belly that is so foreign to me. While I know it has always been growing, (what it's supposed to do…right) it seems to have arrived just yesterday.

I think to myself:

1. What can be in there that is SO big, so fast!?
2. Have I even been paying attention the last 4 months?
3. Is my back going to ache now for the next 4.5 months straight?
4. Is this really what I signed up for?
5. A no-return policy you say?

Maybe the nausea was to blame for my phasing-out all of the reality checks so far. Maybe the stranger-than-strange dreams have me confused about who it is I am actually married to, and how it is that I am going to bring home a baby on or around Jan 12th. It’s really been quite hilarious how interesting each day has been. From the new process (and it IS a process) of rolling over in bed to the extreme craving for a nice big round glass of cabernet, I am officially accepting the fact that things have changed in my life. Things have changed in a fabulous, sometimes gregarious, often strange, occasionally sad, but most of the time very happy way.

Here are some silhouettes of the baby finch belly at 18 weeks.

That’s all for now. Over and out. Literally.