In Between

There's a tiny little baby growing in my belly. Last week it was the size of a lime, this week a shrimp. I cant help but picture my little baby swimming around, looking all pink and shrimpy. I am sad to admit that sometimes I forget that there is a little miracle forming inside of me. Part me, part Jon. I have to stop myself to appreciate this process. Despite the growing waistline, ice cream aversion (which feels like some kind of identity crisis), and looks from strangers that prove I am in the "in between" phase, there is a miracle taking place right now. A little miracle that is making use of my subway sandwiches, bowls of cereal, and french fry indulgences. I am so lucky that I have been chosen to carry this little bean. Couldnt imagine anything more worth it.

12 weeks never looked so good, right?