And then it hit me. There's a baby in there. Right there in the soup aisle was when I finally made the connection between "pregnant" and "baby." It didn't happen anytime earlier in the 15 weeks I've been pregnant. Not when I took a pregnancy test and it came up positive. Not in the 10 weeks since. Not as my clothes have gotten tighter or when I shopped in a maternity store for the first time. Not when I saw the little kid with the big head on the ultrasound. Not when I heard the kiddo's heartbeat for the first time. Not when the PH and I nicknamed the fetus "Herbie" and began talking to him or her through my belly.
Nope, it took the soup aisle and a half-sarcastic comment to get me there. I'm just grateful it happened before the baby actually arrived. What a surprise that would have been!