Reality check

I'm having a baby. I'm twenty-six weeks and three days pregnant, and strangely enough, there are moments when I sort of forget that I'm pregnant. Then she moves and snaps me back into reality, or I try to move and immediately remember how unwieldy The Belly is getting. I have two daughters now, and sometime within the next three months, I will know both of them. And sometimes that's just hard to wrap my brain around.

I'm finally having a baby. Really.