In less than two weeks I will have a tiny person in my life, which is all still too big for me to even comprehend. Even as she wiggles around in there, in a new nauseating swirly way, I am not convinced there is a REAL PERSON WHO IS A REAL PERSON WHO WILL BE A PERSON hiding out in my body. My guy friends joke about watching the chest bursting scene from Alien, but throughout this entire process I have been very much one-eyebrow-up about the whole thing. I wonder, once she is here, if I end up going for a second round, if it’ll be any different. Not REALLY knowing what is on the other side of this big adventure makes me think that if I DID already know, maybe I’d be having a different kind of experience. But, realistically, probably not. I’m sure that even if I had 15 kids, each time I’d be like “well, I mean, I SEE that you doctors think I’m carrying a tiny human in my body, but I’m just not so sure that’s actually what’s happening here.” Not to imply that I’m skeptical as much as that this entire thing is too big for my tiny human brain to comprehend and instead of sitting around pondering the situation, I shrug off the fact that I don’t get it, and move along to the next thing.

Here’s a 35 week size comparison (just in time for Easter):

The Next Thing has recently been getting RID of things. I’ve already happily packed up 75% of the maternity clothes that I had been given and am keeping only a select few items that I’d bought myself and/or plan to continue to wear for a bit. I do NOT have the mistaken idea that on April 13th I will be back to the size I was before this process, but I DO know that I have WAY too many things to wear since I keep picking the same 5-6 outfits to wear each week.

I’m also feeling overwhelmed about the current state of my dresser – overflowing for no reason. Living in a whole new wardrobe has reminded me just how FEW of the things I own I actually wear, so I’ll be digging around this weekend and letting go of some items that I haven’t touched in quite a while. I have been calling this the opposite of nesting – and expect to find myself handing bags of stuff to people throughout my maternity leave and asking them to drop them off at Goodwill.

Life is good – I have everything I can even consider needing for Ember, but should probably go to the store in the next few days to actually stock my house up with food and other staples since I haven’t eaten at home for quite a while (and am rapidly running out of other general necessities).

The high risk doctor this morning was the same old great story – fluid holding steady at 6.8 AFI, kiddo breathing and hiccuping, lots of movement, great blood flow, etc etc. I’ll go back at least one more time before The Day. Still no great photos of her since she’s folded up with her arms and legs above her head (saw two feet again today).

So here’s one of my little family from when I was tiny – here’s hoping she’s a cute baby too.