What the what?

In the early stages of my pregnancy the concept of being pregnant escaped me. Don't get me wrong; I knew I was pregnant, I just didn't believe it. I thought the doctor had super-imposed an image of another woman's womb when I had my first ultrasound and saw our bean. As time goes on, I'm starting to believe that what I saw on the screen wasn't a tape of A Baby Story, but a sneak peek at my future daughter.

It's odd how one can know and not know something, all at the same time. Take for instance my thought process on Sunday night. Andrew had fallen asleep on the couch watching the Tony's. As I looked at him and my belly I couldn't help imagine what it would be like to see him holding our little girl for the first time. I imagined his gentle arms cradling her delicate body. I imagined seeing the emotion overwhelm him. Then I imagined I was seeing all this from the hospital bed after delivering her. And POW, it hit me. I have to deliver this baby and she's coming out of where? Wait...what?! I mean, I knew I would have to do that and we'd talked to our doctor about our delivery plans, but the full realization hadn't hit. Why hadn't I thought this through? My panic lasted momentarily as I heard the voice of reason (Andrew) in my head: "Well it's too late to go back; there's nothing you can do about it now." True. My husband is so wise.

Pregnancy Stats: Week 22 (that's approx. 5 months)
Mood: Mixture of euphoria and panic
Health: Discouraged to know that of the 10 lbs. I've gained, baby is only 1 pound.
Food: Yes please!
Energy: I've been walking every morning while in CA and that's helped a lot!