With my first pregnancy, it all felt completely unreal until about nineteen weeks. I wasn't showing, I couldn't feel the baby moving, and I was nervous all the time that something would go wrong. Once I learned that it was a boy, I breathed a little and finally connected to this person that was a part of me.
This pregnancy has been completely different in every way. My belly swelled up almost instantly (along with many other body parts that seemed to stay put last time around). I have simultaneously felt more pregnant, with the nausea and added pounds, and had less time to think about the fact that I'm pregnant... less time to worry, less time to daydream about what it will be like when this new baby gets here, and way less time to obsess over gear and tiny clothes. I didn't expect this ultrasound to have the same impact that it did with Little Smith, but when I heard that we were having a girl, I immediately was overwhelmed with how close I suddenly felt to this baby. Wow, I'm really pregnant.
I admire those who wait until the delivery for the big reveal, but for me knowing that my baby is a boy or a girl seems to be an important piece of acknowledging my pregnancy. I would have been thrilled either way, but discovering that we will have a little girl in our lives before summer's end has given me happy goosebumps. I really can't believe it. I can't wait to meet her, to see her with her father and big brother and to watch our family grow. We all love you little girl, now if only we could agree on your name!