this happens ALL the time. at least once a day...
i get my mind blown: there is a real life baby growing inside me.
not fictional, not hypothetical, not make-believe or futuristic. she's real. and she's right now. and i wonder when that reality is really going to hit me. like, really sink in...
she moves so much now. which makes it a bit more real (that and my giant bump, she's got the deluxe oven - the big fancy ones you see in mansions). but sometimes i catch myself going from "ohhh, my sweet baby" to "help! there's an alien inside me!" when she doesn't stop dancing and bouncing about. it's just so bizarre. all love-a-dove and miracles, but freaking bizarre too!
i'm pretty positive the coming weeks and months will just be endless days of what-if's and wonder. and the realness will finally come in the midst of my exhaustion and tears when she's lying on my chest. a little of me, and little of him, a little of her brother - in the flesh.
i'm okay with wonder for now. what she'll look like. what we'll name her. how she'll change our lives and shape our hearts.
but seriously. *pinch me* cause i still can't believe, after years of talking babies, that's THIS is the year it's happening for us.
i'm telling you, EVERYday, these thoughts boggle my brains (scrambled as they my be).
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