I heard a snippet of a Christmas song on a talk show yesterdy morning and immediately started singing along. And then blurted out excitedly to Jon, "Honey! We're going to have a baby with us at Christmas!" It's in little, weird moments like that when the reality hits me. On Tuesday I celebrated my last birthday in my twenties and my last birthday without baby. Oh how different a year from now will be! We got to hear the baby's heartbeat a couple of weeks ago, and it was so surreal. When I look at my stomach, all I think I see is a bloated belly. At 16 weeks, I'm still in my regular clothes (which I'm not complaining about), and I'm back to my originial start weight from March! See you later, nausea! With the nausea at bay, and my waist not screaming "there's a baby in here!" it is at times hard to believe that a baby is growing inside of me. Here I am on Tuesday night (bump pic) and Wednesday before going out to run some erra...