Confessions of a pregnant woman - 23 weeks

I have come to terms with the known fact that I will be spending a lot of time in my apartment for the rest of my pregnant state. As my doctor pointed out, I'm still not getting any better. It's still very exhausting, but looking on the bright side, I know it's temporarily. With every tiny movement that's happening in my stomach, it's becoming more evident that life is growing in there. This can brighten any difficult day.

On the emotional plan I'm still a bit of a wreck, and getting worse every day. I lie awake most of the night due to back pains and that's when things hit me. I'm having baby. Me and my husband will be responsible for another human being. So many questions derive from that. I don't even know where to start. We have been discussing everything from serious matters like savings for our future child to more trivial conversations like the color of the stroller. It's overwhelming, or truthfully really scary, hence me walking around the apartment looking like I wreck. On the verge of becoming an adult, last week I sought comfort in a childhood game, playing dress up. With makeup and heels on I felt ready to take on the world, although the heels went off after five minutes and the rest of the afternoon was spent in bed.

Dress from H&M