So...where to begin...How about at the the beginning? I have been married for almost 5 glorious years to the funniest, nicest guy ever. EVER. I was pretty set on marrying him within the first week we started hanging out. He said he felt the same way. About 2 years later, when we graduated college, we did. I would have loved to start a family right away but I wanted to start a new career path and we wanted to spend some time together and really get a feel for married life. Then, after a couple years when we thought we were ready to have kids, I decided to change careers again! Who would have thought that, me-the lover of children and all things mommy/baby/housewife, would cause our delay in procreating! I was sad but knew that it was in the best interest of our future baby to wait until life was a little more stable. A couple more years of school and a new job later, here I am with a soccer ball for a stomach. And it. is. . Fill in the blank. Awesome. Painful.The Best Thing Ever. Scary. Exciting. Emotional. Nerve-wracking. Depressing.Lovely. ETC. Can you tell that I am hormonal? I feel as though as I have been so blessed during this pregnancy. What you would call a 'one-pager' in the OBGYN medical file. A completely normal, healthy pregnancy so far. I had barely any nausea at all in the early stages to which I am grateful, but on a completely selfish note-I wish that I would have upchucked like the rest of 'em because that only started the weight gain from the get-go. I was
I am sooooo excited to hold my sweet little Brody Lee in my arms and watch him grow up to be a surfer or soccer player or whatever he wants, but I just KNOW that he is going to be great at whatever he does. I want such great, life-changing things for this kid. And I have faith that God will follow through, I can feel it down to my toes.
A shot of me pregnant: