It's taken me a long time to accept that this whole baby thing is really going to happen. Even now that I'm well past the point of most miscarriages, I still find myself saying things like, "assuming we're going to have a baby in August..."
It's Friday, February 24, 2017. I'm 15 weeks pregnant. My head is stuffed with mucus, my stomach is turning, I've barely pooped in three months, and a second person I've yet to meet is living inside me.