classy
I hate the word classy. Now we can move on.
If you're going to take a pic of your bump, here's how to do it with style. Maggie is so cute.
If I started out skinny, that might be closer to what I'd look like right now. :) haha. Maybe. As of today, I'm at 20 weeks. Halfway there! The morning sickness is not gone, I'm not feeling all cute with a bump. I do want to document things, so I'm trying to get some pics taken, but... we'll see. Don't be looking for public bump pics until I look cute and pregnant. Mostly I'm still feeling exhausted. Things are going well. Brian is being a gem and keeping life rolling along. Taking my requests of all sorts in stride.
I know it's very different being me and being him right now. I felt panic for a long time. Or maybe not panic, but some serious worry about doing this. Somehow the mom endorphins have kicked in, and I'm feeling capable and sometimes a bit bossy. It's a bit of a rollercoaster on confidence for both of us. But I know it will be fine now. I live with this knowledge and awareness of new life, rarely more than .002 seconds from any given thought. And that's weird.
I look at most people now and imagine them as kids or parents. There's an entirely strange shift in my world perception, and I'm just trying to roll with that. The stupidest things will make me cry every time. Best example: Tom T. Hall's "Song of the One Legged Chicken". Hopefully that will pass.
On and on. Farther down the rabbithole.