Um....
oh dear god.
i'm so very much not ready for this... like... not even a little.
i'm 6 weeks pregnant.
my baby already has a heartbeat and eyes.
my baby is 1/2 an inch long.
my baby.
holy shit....
it seems so odd to me that i will be a mother. i'm not a mother. my mom is a mother. my sisters are mothers. my old friends are mothers. me? i'm not a mother. i don't think i ever truly matured past the age of 18. i flung a pea at my husband today, for christ's sake! i'm a terrable role model!!
still...
i guess i can't help but be excited... maybe women are genetically designed that way so we don't throw ourselves off a bridge...
my son. my daughter.
wow.
just wow.
thank god for my wonderful, amazing husband...
and goddess bless us for all the love we'll have...
so...
here goes....
something.
