50 Days to Go?!

So I get these email updates from pregnancy sites and they never fail to thrill me (aka scare the shit outta me) especially after a Dr. visit this morning where I picked up my maternity paperwork and sent it off to work. My doc is a jolly young dude who reassures me when I bring up all the ridiculous things that first time moms think about... or it could just be me, but if it were he'd never say so, therefore he rules. Anyway, today's email said 50 days to go.

Really? That's it?

It doesn't feel like 7 1/2 months have passed, but at the same time it feels like an eternity since I first saw those little pink lines.  As we built a crib for little dude this week, and had our last weekend getaway to the beach, I'm sitting here in absolute awe. Last night I finished a great book without having to look at the clock. Today I wrote for hours. Tomorrow I teach a yoga class. Every week is full of visiting friends and offers of help that I am happy to accept--yet another thing I've learned this year.

This year has been the best I've ever had...

And now there will be a mini-us in our lives. In 50 days give or take.

Am I freaking out yet? Not so much. I'm happy. Really genuinely happy.

Can't say much more than that right now because life is a constant smile today. But 50 days? Shit. It seems clocks do indeed have wings. Good thing we have cameras and such.

Feeling slow and steady. Enjoy your 50, I know I will.
xo
K