Today marks 22 weeks and 3 days...roughly 123 days to go until Baby Blosser arrives. Perhaps 121 days f we get the 11/11/11 date :)
I'm starting to feel as if time has completely come to a screeching halt. 123 days seems like the longest wait of my life. I know that it won't be and I know there is PLENTY to do in the mean time, but I feel like someone put me on slow mo and has hidden to remote! I've started telling time by movement. I know its getting close to lunch because he starts harassing me to feed him (already a Blosser!). I know I've had a good workout because he settles for a while and then he gets all geared up for bedtime. It's amazing what these fleeting little movements feel like. It's like someone else has stolen my body (which is technically true) and has poked me from the inside. It's still strange, but it is still the most comforting and reassuring thing. Now that he is moving, I worry so much less. I have noticed myself physically and emotionally relax. I do not have control anymore and I have accepted that he will do what he wants when he wants....typical man.
I have finally started to grow a bump and people are beginning to believe me when I say I'm expecting. I still get the "your so small" line from time to time...but I'm sure one day soon I'm going to wake up and wonder what happened to my body. For now, I am content with my belly and as long as my peanut is OK that's all that matters.
