I can still remember when my mom gently told me that 'growing into things' was no longer something I should consider when clothes shopping. Somewhere around 13 years old.
At the time those were wise words. Recently though, I've come into a new stage of life where that's about 90% of the consideration. I hold up the garment and check for tent-like roominess all the while not really being able to imagine what being the size of a house will be like.
Right now I feel like I fell off the exercise/eating right bandwagon, just kinda chubby and out of shape (and breath). So when I walked past a quite pregnant girl the other day, I thought how is it possible that in just a few short months that will at least be me, if not more?
It's all very weird. And exciting! But mostly weird.
And then I think how perfectly created I am. Good thing God our perfect creator knew exactly how to make me, because I have no idea what's going on! I just wake up every morning and wait for the new weird thing to come along.
In the meantime Peter's been taking photos from time to time. The first one makes me laugh bc I really felt huge and like everyone in the world could tell I was expecting...ha!
We got to see our bebe yesterday. He/she is doing well, right where they should be, and looking cute with a turned up nose :)