Terrifying, but true. It seems Himself and I are going to be parents in 2010. This is a mix of elating, unbelievable and confusing. On one hand, I've wanted this for a very long time. On the other, it's hard to process the reality. For the first weeks we knew I was holding my breath, waiting until we passed that first trimester to feel 'safe', given my past history of miscarriage. The day we started to share the news with our extended family was the day I started bleeding. I was convinced we'd lost the baby, and surprised beyond all belief to see a wiggling, happy baby on the ultrasound the next day (complete with heartbeat). Since then I've been bleeding off and on, feeling less secure than ever about the pregnancy. I've been on doctor-ordered bed rest, off it, and am now back in bed after bleeding again.
The epic changes our lives are about to go through are intimidating, but I can't wait. It's the start of a whole new chapter, a completely different set of life experiences, and something impossible to predict. I'm preparing in my usual geekish way by reading everything I can get my hands on, knowing full well that I won't 'get it' until the reality is here. Still, it's the closest I can come to controlling any aspect of this journey, and even that is comforting at this stage.
So please meet Bubble Baby, the small alien creature currently growing inside me. It's not a particularly clear photo, and does little to convince me that this is not similar to the alien that grew inside Sigourney Weaver. Time will tell.