it is surreal to say, we’re only 8 weeks from our due date. which could be the theme of our entire pregnancy (so far): surreal. we’ve been incredibly blessed to have had a pretty easy going pregnancy. besides my severe fear of needles that I’m
bravely forcefully overcoming, I’ve been lucky. our little one is growing + moving as much as he should be. and my body is miraculously taking it like a champ! I’ll never wrap my head around how my body knows + does what it needs to grow a human. but even more than that, all of the risks + what if’s that lie ahead of you, until you’re pregnant or trying. there are so many places for your brain to travel, so much to consume you in worry. everyone assures me the worrying about this little one has only just begun. just wait til he’s out, they say..
we’re starting to focus on the “what to do when he decides to make his appearance” details. like installing our car seat, packing our hospital bag, organizing the nursery. they’re coming along slowly. as far as how I’m doing 32 weeks into this, I’m fairly certain all of my important organs (bladder, stomach + lungs) are the size of quarters. or dimes. regardless, I’m constantly hungry but never eat very much. I make frequent trips to the bathroom during my waking hours, but never once get up in the middle of the night. (will hold for a good night’s sleep, apparently). breathing has become a lot more exciting lately. I always manage to let out a large breathe right in the middle of a meeting, when it could be confused as an exaggerated sigh. only to have to quickly apologize for my tiny lungs + to please continue. eight more weeks.
what to pack in a hospital bag?