Maybe it is a first baby thing, but I keep waiting for each little mile mark for all of this to feel real. We saw the two lines appear on the test, saw the little heart beating at the first midwife appointment, told family the news, I’ve been nauseous for two months, I grew out of my pants, we saw the baby wiggling around on the ultrasound, and now we’ve made our big internet announcement. But still after all these things it doesn’t feel real yet. I keep rubbing my tiny baby bump belly as if to indicate to the world I didn’t just over eat.
I think maybe by the time I get my first kick in the ribs I will believe there is a new little person growing in there. Which will quickly be followed by the realization that this little person is going to need to come out.