My thoughts on being half a year pregnant

A lot can happen in 6 months, the slow disappearing act of my toes for instance. 

At (now) 25 weeks prego, this little girl is approximately 13.5 inches (34 cm), weighs about 1.5 pounds (0.7 kg) and most probably looks like a perfect, tiny version of a human. 

When I found out that I was pregnant it took me quite by surprise (in the best way possible), and even now; after all this time, I have to keep reminding myself that this is real. 

I've been reading my week-by-week pregnancy book and get sent a million "your baby at ... weeks" email updates, but for some reason I can't really get my head around the fact that I will have a child at the end of all of this. 

"I can keep her? Forever?"

It's silly, I know, but so far my brain has only gotten up to the point of thinking 

"Okay, you're pregnant and going to give birth in 3 months and then, you're done." 

I haven't been able to think past the giving birth part, the real part, the part where a real human being will be relying on me for everything it needs for survival. 

Saying that, there is absolutely no doubt in my mind about being able to handle being a mom. 

I am totally mentally prepared and think that I will tackle motherhood head first. But why can't I put a "face" to this baby and imagine life after birth? Probably because I feel like being able to create a whole new life is one of the biggest privileges that a woman can have and I feel so lucky to be blessed with such a miracle. Kind of like when someone wins the lottery and just can't believe it.

With only 3 months left, I am sure reality is going to sink in more and more with every coat of paint slapped onto the nursery wall, each packet of diapers stock piled and every newborn onesie purchased. 

I feel so blessed that this pregnancy has gone amazingly well so far and even though I've now been "knocked up" for half a year, time is definitely flying and I wouldn't have it any other way.