Today I caught a glance at my sideways self in the mirror at work. I looked so pregnant at that moment and felt so happy about that fact that I almost skipped back to my office. Yes, I'm a little nutty. I think the craziest thing for me about both being pregnant and bringing this child into the world is how it all tends to feel so huge, exciting, important, awe-inspiring, etc. etc., yet at the same time it is such a common and universal experience. And I feel like I have to keep myself in check, like, "Woman, calm down. Everyone does it. It's not that big of a deal, right?" But then I'm like, "OH, BUT IT IS! (to me!)" I am so delighted and intrigued when I think about this little person who will be some random mix of Aaron's and my genes. Which chromosomes of ours did he inherit? He could be anybody! (Will he seem familiar, or a stranger I must get to know? Will he be the type of person that I would want to hang out with if he weren't mine?) I am so curious to find out-- even if I don't get most of the answers until many years down the road.