Ok, I have to admit... I'm still a little weirded out that there's a human being living inside of my body. At first it was just in theory. I mean, she's been there since I was 2 weeks pregnant, but I couldn't feel her. Now that she's getting bigger-- probably 12 inches long-- I can feel her moving around all of the time. It's a little distracting now that she's strong enough to make my entire upper body move when she really karate chops (or whatever the heck she's doing in there).
One of my acquaintances from college (and my friend Ashleigh's friend), had her baby a few weeks ago. She was due in March just 2 weeks before I am due. I've been following her blog of her baby in the NICU, and admittedly, one of the first things that went through my mind when I saw her little girl is 'I have a baby the size of that baby living inside of me.' It's not quite the same to do what the pregnancy book says to do: go to the grocery store, pick out a 2 pound steak, and imagine that that is your baby. The mom, Holly, is an inspiration to me on trusting God's timing and plans. John and I are very blessed that our little Olive is growing as she is supposed to and that she has the opportunity to be protected inside of me (though it's weird) until God is ready for her to come out.