OK. Maybe not. But, let me tell ya, it certainly feels like it on many levels sometimes. I keep having to remind myself this is really happening. I'm really having a baby. Maybe it's just because it's my first child. Maybe I'm just crazy. You ask my husband and he'd tell you it's a given that I'm nuts.
Then, when my baby starts to squirm and kick, which feels cool but odd enough in it's own right, I'm reminded of that scene in Alien where the alien bursts out of the guy's stomach. I actually saw my shirt twitch the other day from where my baby was kicking. It struck me as both amusing and almost creepy.
Furthermore, my body is doing things I've never seen it do before. I weigh more than I ever have in my life by a pretty significant margin. I have a complete lack of anything resembling a waistline anymore. Most of my clothes, right down to my bras don't fit anymore. My hands have swollen enough I can't wear my wedding ring anymore.
And, theoretically, I have until August before this little one makes an appearance. It really makes me wonder what else unusual, crazy or surreal will happen before then.
I don't even want to think about after that...