8 WEEKS

 

8 stinkin’ weeks. We’ve made it to 8 weeks. Deep breathing through this first trimester and learning all the things that just aren’t talked about for first time mamas. 

Baby is the itty bitty size of a raspberry this week, which is ironic considering raspberries have been DELISH to me lately. Only “food” aversion I’ve really had is tooth paste. 🤷🏼‍♀️ I’m also mildly (and illogically) convinced that resting my hand on my belly truly protects the babe from anything and everything while simultaneously feeling like I have no control whatsoever over the babes safety. Feeling completely in love with this kid, while feeling relatively disconnected from them. It’s a really wild, confusing,  beautiful, exhausting, scary, exciting ride and it’s just getting started. 

This week I’ve had fun mocking together a registry, dreaming of our babes future nursery, and making progress with actually leaning into and trusting the fact that I really do have a little being in my belly that is half me and half Jordan Michael. 

Our dream is really becoming a reality and it’s a lot harder to truly believe than I ever would have imagined. 

I just really do feel so deeply lucky.