Frankly

I'm getting a little bit nervous about feeling the baby move.
If you know me at all, you know I've always hated frogs, and mainly because you never know when they're going pop out of a railroad tie and catch you unaware.

That is what I think of when my friends tell me excitedly that I'm going to feel the baby move any day now. It's probably not the right thing to think as a mother, it sure isn't the cute thing to think, but if I'm writing this blog, I might as well be frank.

And don't get me wrong, when it happens, I'll be thrilled that she's healthy and moving around in there, but frankly, I do worry a little bit about the total shock of it and the fact that I might feel a bit like an alien afterwards.