peanut makes four

Although we've known for almost four weeks now that Luke is going to be a big brother, it still hasn't registered in my brain. I mean, I even got to see the little peanut and it's flickering heartbeat on an ultrasound today and it still has this dream-like quality to me. One would think that photographic evidence would cement the idea that I am soon to be a mother to two kiddos, but, no.

Maybe I just need to get the rotund belly with hints of stretch marks around the edges. Then it will stick. Maybe I just need to feel this little one move and try to force its way out my ribs. Then it will stick. Maybe I need to stop feeling so nauseous all.the.time. Then it will stick. Maybe I need to hold another sweet, perfect, amazing bundle of baby in my arms. Then it will stick.

I can't wait for it to stick.