It's 6 am. I woke up with an urge to write. Like a kid at Christmas, I realized what today is.

Today makes it official. I am 20 weeks along. Halfway home. 50% to the home stretch. According to science and those funky pregnancy calendars, I should expect to see my little baby in mid January. My little baby. Even writing that seems surreal. This time next year, I will be taking my little baby to the park, out for brunch with my girlfriends or watch my husband try to explain baseball to a 7 month old.

I'm a little freaked out. Excited- but freaked out. On one hand, I think over-the-moon to be a mama and pick blackberries with my own mama one day. This picture was snapped this past weekend, when I was home visiting my parents and celebrating my dad's birthday.  On the other hand, I am overwhelmed.

Michael, my mom and I hit Buy Buy Baby - a mammoth baby store chain that has every gizmo, doo-dad and outfit of choice for your little pumpkin (yes, they had Halloween clothes out already). I walked into the store, made clear instructions that we were NOT going to buy anything. I am yet to register and wanted to get a clear lay of the land before I embarked on the task of jotting down what I think I need versus what I really need.

We whisked around the store, checked out the departments and I made mental notes of things I liked and things I didn't like. I remembered things I read about in my baby magazines. I looked up the notes in my iPhone that were given to me by fellow mom bloggers. As soon as we cruised past the strollers, I had to get out of the store. It was just too much. I realized that all I cared about at that very moment was that my baby was ok and would be born with 10 toes and 10 fingers - I could care less what color the bassinet will be.

Tomorrow is another BIG day. We find out the sex of our little bambino! I know that once we determine if we'll have a little gal or guy in our lives, my feelings about colors and furniture will change. I still want to see that sonogram. I still want to see that my little munchkin is developing the way he/she should.

Then, maybe, just maybe I'll do cartwheels for the color the crib sheets will be or swoon over the uber cool print of the baby stroller:).