I finally got to take pictures tonight with Whitney. She's 4 weeks ahead... will I be there in 4 weeks? Pictures change things for me. I feel like when I look in the mirror my bump looks different than seeing it in a picture. Is it just me or do I look like I'm carrying relatively high? So maybe I am busting that myth about boys being carried lower.
I am sorry my smile looks so freakin' creepy in this picture, lol.
Halfway there. I don't really know what that means to me, but it gives some perspective. I do know that the next 20 weeks are going to be a lot different than the last 20 weeks. A few things I know for sure are in store: more back pain, more trouble sleeping, more headaches, more exhaustion, but also more sporadic little kicks (I love them... now), more quiet moments of Ryan and I sitting and waiting for him to feel him, more registering for and buying things that will be his, more talking with friends and family about who he might be, more maternity clothes and enjoying the looks on people's faces when they see me, more pregnant jokes, more learning about what a miracle this is. I mean for real.