Hey guess what. I'm six months along. When I hear someone is six months pregnant, I think they must be practically done. And now that's me!
It is so unreal, until she gives me a little jab in the side-belly, or suddenly I can't stand to slouch for another second because it feels like the pregnancy equivalent of putting a toothpick in your mouth horizontally, so it jabs both cheeks (did you ever accidentally do that as a kid?).
I don't feel ready at all. I have one box of baby items from my sister-in-law. Everything in it is pink. It is currently being stored under my mom's second dining table, because I have nowhere else to put it. I did buy something for the nursery yesterday, a shiny silver piggy bank. I have another one, that I painted at Color Me Mine, with baby in mind. I didn't know she was a girl at the time, so it is light gray with turquoise polkadots. One more pig and she'll have a collection.
I still need to register, but at the same time I'm not really sure what else I'll get handed down from family, so I'm waiting a bit longer.
Rachel commented on Facebook today that in Austria they start maternity leave at 6 months. I would so totally love that, but I'll be working up until the end, unless for some reason I have to go on bedrest. Sigh. Oh to live in Austria.