That's how far along I was yesterday, when I went to a decent gynecologist who could actually tell me something that made some sense.
As usual, my mom was there with me (Did I tell you guys I love my mommy?). Michael couldn't be there 'cause he had to work, which sucks, because he missed the first ultrasound I got that involved someone who actually knew something about something.
The baby was moving so much, and he looks like a person now. A tiny, 2 inch person with a head, arms, legs, and a face. A FACE!!! Eyes, nose, mouth. You name it, the baby's got it.
So yeah, I think after yesterday I've completely come to terms with the fact that we're having a kid. Actually, it's more than that: I'm happy. Excited. I was actually proud of the way the baby was moving. And if that doesn't say "first-time mom who is proud about anything her child does, even the gigandous snot bubble he blew the other day", I don't know what does.
So yeah, I'm happy. And maybe even a little sappy.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to cry just a little.