The other (pregnant) couple and my husband laughed at me when, over wings a few weeks ago at our favorite hangout, I made the comment that "being pregnant is soooooo much different than him being here."
Duh. Of course it is.
But I think what I meant to say that being pregnant (for the first time, at least) is so...
abstract. Your body is changing - a lot - and sure, you love the kid (in healthy situations, anyway) but it's not real until *he's* here.
Once *he* arrives... your world get turned upside down, and nothing is the same. It's better. It's worse. It's amazing. It's the scariest thing in the world.
I was thinking about these things today, at the first baby shower I've attended since D's arrival. I talked to Brad (the new dad) afterward, and he told me that he was getting light-headed as they opened the little OSU onesies and the fuzzy pajamas. I smiled... and clarified what I'd been trying to say at dinner.
Everything is so different now!
Okay, so it's winter in Ohio, so his skin isn't perfect... and if his fingernails aren't cut to the quick, he scratches his head while he's sleeping (as seen above!) but still... isn't he adorable?
