The half-way point.
Or, as one of my pregnant friends likes to say it, "We're on the other side of the mountain."
Of course, when I told my mother that, she laughed and said that won't be for awhile yet . . . about eighteen plus years to be exact. No matter how you choose to look at it, however, I am now halfway through the pregnancy, assuming of course, that this Little Man chooses to make an on-time appearance.
Speaking of appearances, this week I finally signed up for the required birthing classes at our medical center. This was a big deal for me. Through out this pregnancy, I have avoided putting dates on the calendar. When people want to schedule a shower or ask our due date, I am vague and try to put off a definitive answer. There have been so many dates, circled on so many calendars of the past, that just haven't worked out. When that happens, those dates still mean something to me, even when no one else remembers.
Even though we still have a long way to go, there are deadlines for getting paperwork filed, classes scheduled, and people are starting to want a date on the calendar for the showers. As a result, I am starting to put dates on my calendar, which both thrills and scares me all at once.
Of course, feeling the kicks of my our little boy does a lot to reassure me. I think I am finally starting to believe that this dream is really going to come true.