I'm 12 weeks pregnant today. I keep thinking how weird it is to be this far into a pregnancy.
By the end of this next week, I'll start my first-ever "2nd trimester" that magic middle 3 months of pregnancy where you're not too fat, you get your energy back, and you're supposedly enjoying being pregnant as much as one can.
Sometimes I still can't believe this is happening. If I didn't have the Doppler to listen to Bruiser's heartbeat any time I wanted, it'd be easy to deny.
I asked Brian the other day when he thought I'd believe that I was having a baby, and he cracked "Honey, knowing you, you're going to be changing the baby's diaper saying 'I can't believe I have a baby.'"
That's Brian for you. Analyzes you, and spits it out in the form of a joke. :)