<<17.04.08 6:06 a.m.>>
12 weeks

i’ve no intention of making this a diary about my nine-month journey, but i’m twelve weeks today, which is kind of exciting. i think that adds up to three months, but then there’s next week, after which everyone feels safe to tell the world about the state of the womb. i’ve already told everyone though, so i guess i live dangerously. (and yes, i hope i don’t eat those words later.)

still, i think we’re in some sort of denial. because we’re not really nesting, and because we’re not over-the-top baby fanatics, we haven’t really done anything in preparation, which makes it feel like nothing’s going to change, when, in fact, everything is going to change. my hope is that i don’t change too much. sure, i expect to be more caring and attentive to another individual besides myself, but i don’t want to turn into übermama. i don’t want to be tedious. i want to retain some extracurricular interests in life. i don’t want to be like a family member who can’t name a band, tv show, movie, or book that she loves, but can go on for days about her chaotic kid schedule. anyway, one can hope.

this weekend, our new neighbors are giving us some tot hand-me-downs—a bath and and some other gear i don’t know how to use. i’m sure that will prove to be a little bit of a wakeup call.

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