8 months today.
Still trying to wrap my head around that, honestly.
Pregnancy is the only thing I’ve experienced where time speeds up while slowing down, simultaneously.
What 8 months means for me includes a much, much foggier brain, which means I don’t remember much so if you wanna tell me something important, make sure I write it down… it means a much slower lifestyle (when I’m running errands I’m moving slowly but I feel like I’m not even moving!), it means much more emotional sensitivity, a little more anxiety, MANY more pee breaks (we’ve blurred the line between breaks now so life feels like one giant pee break), more heat sensitivity, oh and so much excitement to meet this little nugget that has graduated from punching and kicking my insides to head butting me…
All in all, still feeling pretty good, still grateful for this whole experience, still in disbelief at how fast (and yet, slo-o-o-ow) my pregnancy has gone and yet, still wanna keep this baby safe and protected inside of me forever (figuratively, NOT literally!)
(Yes, I have totally popped recently! Don’t adjust your screens, you aren’t imagining things!)