Thoughts on growing a human

Just yesterday at work one of my co-workers said to me, "You look so calm, like this whole pregnancy thing isn't even phasing you." I assured her it was phasing me, but the stress hasn't hit yet. I'm also not one to run around like a chicken with my head cut off when the stress does actually hit. Ironically enough, that same morning on my drive into work, I was thinking about what it will be like in the delivery room. I concluded that I'll probably just sit there in silence, enduring the excruciating pain, not saying a word.

I wake up once a night, usually to relieve myself, and when I wake up, the little dude wakes up and thinks it's time to dance around in my belly. I enjoy feeling his acrobatic self, but at 3am, it used to be 4am, I just want to sleep. It makes for long nights.

We're down to single digit weeks now, nine to be exact, and I'm still feeling pretty good. Sure, I like to moan when I have to get up off of the couch, or the floor for that matter, but not so much because it's uncomfortable and I can't do it, but more so because it's totally justifiable, and it makes me laugh.

Some dude took a picture of me at the gym the other day, but not after he fist bumped me first for being "hardcore". Apparently seeing a pregnant lady running on a treadmill, working up a sweat, is motivating. He asked if he could post my picture online for his nutrition company, with the heading, "What's your excuse?" I'm not sure if that's flattering or insulting, or just plain weird!

Either way, I'm glad I can still work out and do my thing. I don't think I'd be able to handle pregnancy very well if it wasn't for my time spent in the gym, in my zone, where I feel in my element. The gym has always been a safe haven for me, I'd be a mess without it. And don't worry, mom, I'm not overdoing it! :)

I'm disappointed I've yet to have any cravings during pregnancy. None! Zip! Zilch! Zero! I thought every pregnant lady had cravings during pregnancy??? I've had none! So so so disappointing. I like to pretend I'm having them though. Like when I tell John, I NEED ice cream, or cake, or any other yummy dessert. But truth be told, these are not cravings, this is my life. And I never end up eating them anyway. Lame!

31 weeks down, nine to go, and all I can say is I'm ready to meet this little dude! Should I be nervous about this?