What made me realize that I was really pregnant was: my clothes not fitting. Especially when I put on a t-shirt, then went to wash my face and was shocked as the cold counter touched my belly- there was a huge gap between my normally fairly long t-shirt and my pants!
This month's ultrasound was: sadly, nonexistent. Though I will have one next month and will find out the sex! (As long as baby cooperates of course)
At my prenatal visit this month I discovered that: everything is going well. The baby's heart rate was in the 130s.
When people touch my belly: I actually kind of enjoy it. I thought I would be annoyed, but it really makes me feel like I'm actually pregnant and that other people are excited by the changes going on as well. I may change my mind when random people start touching my belly, but as long as it's family and friends it's fine.
My hopes and fears: I keep thinking about how much things are going to change when we have a baby in the picture and am scared at the thought of not getting to sleep in anymore, not getting to go out to dinner at the drop of a hat, or not making weekend trips with friends once the baby is here. I keep thinking of things I want to do, then thinking I may not get a chance to do them anymore. My hope is that Jason and I will remember to take time for ourselves, and realize that, yes, life will change drastically, but we can still fit in the things we want to do.... maybe just in a different way than we had planned.
