Observations of a first-time preggy...

It just hit me the other day that I only have about 11 weeks left until "Buttercup" is fully cooked!

I started to panic.

At my last appointment, my doctor said that it's almost time for me to come in every 2 weeks.

I panicked a little more.

We've signed up for birthing classes where you get to get to learn about birthing, I guess. I told Bevan they show a lot of grisly pictures and...

HE started to panic.

Of all the looking around I've done on the line to research strollers, joggers, maternity clothes, diapers, baby stuff, etc. Guess what I've purchased so far...

Nothing, nada, zilch!

I always figured I had plenty of time. I know I need to get some items sooner or later, but because kiddo isn't here yet, it hasn't been a reality.

I do feel good about some accomplishments:

1. We've been pre-approved to buy a real nest (whether it happens or not is still TBD)

2. My friend Kim gave me 3 little girl shirts (baby is now clothed!)

3. I've learned a lot of new medical terminology such as "glucose tolerance", "Chinese Gender Calendar", and "40-B".

4. Clients have been so much more nice to me this season! Instead of them complaining how a plant should've been moved 2 feet to the right, they tell me not to worry about it; it's fine where it is. Then they offer me water! WOW!

5. Pregnancy in general has been pretty easy so far. I've really been blessed. I've tested good on everything and she's growing at a normal rate. Her motor skills have evolved from little kicks to full-out dance moves like "the worm" and "the can-can".

I can't wait to see what the next 11 weeks bring. Our lives could be changing more than we expect. Everything will sort out like it should, I have total faith it will. Until then I'll keep enjoying getting surprised looks at church from ladies asking, "I didn't know you were pregnant?!"