Guess what? Some exciting news. I’m officially official. Well, I’m officially at full term as of this week. This is exciting because, beside meaning that my pregnancy is nearly over, I no longer have to worry about pre-term labor.

The idea of having a bebe, as in, a human life that I’m responsible for, is still totally foreign to me. Most days I’m lucky if I can corral both the dog and cat without losing my mind.

Every day I feel bigger. Every day it’s harder to get out of bed. And sleep. And move around in general.

But other weird, unexpected things have happened in the past few months. Like the way I see my body (beside just, you know, large!). I spent the whole of my adult life criticizing myself over a pound gained. I spent the better portion of my life tying my self-worth to my jeans size.

However, my body has blessed me with a complication-free pregnancy. I stressed while waiting for the results of every test. And every test, thankfully, has come back negative. In a weird way, my body has become my ally, getting me through not only this pregnancy but difficult life events. I’m definitely appreciative and grateful for my health in a way that I wasn’t aware of before.

And the excitement and bebe-anxiety doesn’t come without it’s own, albeit unhealthy, dose of reality. As I prepare to become a mother (which is still so insane) I can’t help but really miss my own father. I’m grateful that my own child will grow up with a supportive and healthy father but every day I wish I could pick up the phone and call my dad.