As the end of Trimester Two quickly approaches, I am reflecting on how quickly this whole process is moving. There are days when I think–June is so far away!–but for the most part, the weeks fly by and my middle seems to rapidly expand overnight. For many new mothers, this is a time of great connectivity to what it means to be a woman. While I do feel that internal sense of motherly purpose, I also feel fairly lost. My 20s are, in a sense, over. I will never be the same after I have a child. My routine, relationships, everything–will change. I’m okay with that, but it is somewhat daunting.
In other news, Baby Baer already has a better wardrobe than me. Earlier this week I visited our local Goodwill and found some very cute outfits from places like Baby Gap and Ralph Lauren. I was amazed at how many hideous baby clothes exist. Oh my. Luckily I had time and was able to pick through the muck and find some attractive attire for the little guy.
I also tried this again. Here is a look at yet another failed attempt at taking a normal looking pregnancy photo. I took 52 pictures and deleted 51. This is the one I kept. Not sure why my face insists on looking like that. Also, I can’t imagine my stomach being any bigger than it is now.
Have a wonderful weekend, and Happy 51st Birthday to a wonderful dad. You’re going to make the best Grandpa!