I'm 28 weeks on Sunday. This marks going into my third trimester. Even though I can feel my little one quite clearly inside me, I still can't believe I'm pregnant. Receiving gifts (i.e. car seat, crib, and clothes) [brings] me down to Earth and reminds me that I'm preparing to have a new addition to my life. I just wonder if . . . feeling like this is still [so] unworldy is going to have consequences when I actually do give birth. I'm not worried about the mothering thing. I've helped with my sister's kids – almost acting as a second mom at times. [But] I can't wait to have him smile just for me. Or to see his face light up when I come in the room, to feel that bond that is like no other in the world.
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