So here I am. 15 weeks pregnant today. I keep wondering when I’ll “feel” pregnant. I thought “if I feel sick, it’ll feel more real” – nope. Or how about “oh, when I find out if it’s a girl or a boy, it’ll be more real” – nope.

Luckily, I’ve got some wonderful friends who are currently going through this process or have recently gone through it and they all are very reassuring. Some of them said they never “felt” pregnant. I know everyone is different, but I keep waiting to FEEL different. 

So far, not so much. I’ve got a crib in the spare room. I’ve got clean baby laundry in my dryer. I’ve got maternity jeans (magical – I suggest everyone get some immediately) and I’ve got a name picked out and I know it’s a girl. But daily, life isn’t different yet.

I’m scaling my workouts, but I’m still hitting the gym 4-5 times a week. I’m still busy on weekends. Life is going on. I continue to expect that things will change. Apparently this little person is 3.5inches long – she’s holding strong there as she works on things other than being tall, I guess. 

We’ll just see how it goes, and I hate to complain about how being pregnant hasn’t made me miserable enough to feel different – ha ha ha. But, most days, I still forget that I have this little side project going on.