I can’t believe we’re half way already. (Well, technically I’m 19 weeks & 2 days, but who’s counting?!) I’m so impatient and exclaim to my husband pretty much every day, that I want to meet the baby NOW! Naturally, I’ll be wishing he or she was nestled in my womb again, after a few months of no sleep, but I am just so excited. They say the second half of a woman’s pregnancy seems longer— and I guess that’s because most people don’t know about the little one for a few weeks, and then there’s all the potential waiting around when the due date is finally here— so I guess I need to get used this!
Some days, I feel as big as a house already— like today when I took the photos above!— but other days, like in my work uniform, I don’t look preggers at all! But I love my bump. I love stroking my bump, patting my bump, talking to my bump… yeah, I’m a regular nutjob.
We’re going to see inside that there bump again on Wednesday and hopefully (if baby is in the right position) find out if it’s a boy or a girl. Arthur or Martha. Ding or dong!