I think I’m allowed a little freak-out, right? Sometimes I catch my growing baby bump in the mirror and think, holy crap, what have I gotten myself into?
Please tell me I’m not alone in this. Don’t get me wrong, my husband and I had plenty of time to figure out that, yes, we truly, desperately wanted a baby and that, yes, we’re as ready for this as we’re ever going to be. But seeing my belly grow, mostly not within my own control, and knowing I’m growing a human inside there is a little freaky, no?
Of course, there are the days where I look at my bump and I’m so insanely proud of it, and of myself. How cool is it, that my body is designed to do this amazing thing, freaky as it may be? I love showing off my bump by not hiding it behind baggy clothes. I worked hard to get pregnant, I want to flaunt it now that I’ve got it! Still, knowing that there’s a little person squirming around inside of me is a little weird. But I love this little sqirmy baby nonetheless.
I also have a few moments of panic when I realize it won’t be just my husband and me in a few short months. Gone will be the days when we are able to plan a day around just our own schedules. Soon, we’ll be at the whims of a newborn. I’m very much looking forward to family time, but I find myself mourning me-and-hubby time all the same.
I’m positive these won’t be the first parental freak-outs I will have. There will be bumps and bruises, first days of school and ::gulp:: college. But let’s cross those bridges when we come to them. I have enough on my mind already, thankyouverymuch!