Baby Blase

It happened. I just realized, this morning, that we are almost done with this pregnancy thing. I have been counting down in months – we had 2 1/2 to go last Monday and that feels like a long time, but really, as of tomorrow we’ve only got 10 weeks left. 10 weeks!? That’s 10 (hopefully, but, doubtful) episodes of LOST. That’s 5 weeks until SXSW and then 5 weeks until he comes. And only 70 more days to eat sweets – guilt-free (I better start my list of indulgences that need consuming).

But, another interesting thing happened today. I don’t feel as disgusting as I have been feeling. I’m wearing my Dude Girl yoga pants that may just be the most comfortable pants I’ve ever worn… but, they are fitted and I NEVER wear fitted – anything – and I feel good in them… I actually think I look good in them. I honestly feel pretty great in my skin. The fact that my belly is stretched to accommodate a small beach ball isn’t freaking me out entirely. This means that either (A) I have finally come to terms with pregnancy, have made peace with my body, and am ready for it (the pregnancy, not necessarily the baby just yet) (B) I am just bleary eyed from a bad nights sleep and can’t really see myself in the mirror very well or (C) The hormones have finally completely taken over my body and I am high.

Listening: MGMT