Pregnant.

Has it really been since August that I last wrote? So much positive has happened, though I feel like I’ve been waiting for it to slowly crumble again. And it hasn’t. Yet.

I am now officially 18 weeks and 4 days pregnant. I was afraid when I found out I was pregnant in October that I would again miscarry. But lo and behold, months have gone by and visits to the Obgyn have gone by with a clean bill of health for both myself and the baby. It seems like a dream though. Though the afternoon sickenss for two months and the constant napping were signs that the little one was growing and fine, I still felt like it wasn’t true.

Then Monday we went for our ultrasound and we saw her. She is a little girl. I had felt positive it was going to be a boy, so it was a surprise to hear the sonographer tell us it was a girl. And it made things more concrete.

I still can’t believe I’m going to be a mom in June. My head is swirling with all the things that need done. And yet there is still an element of disbelief, even after holding pictures of her.

I feel so blessed.