Remember that time when I didn’t blog for a month?
I’m deeply sorry for that. Thank you all for bearing with me. Adam and I are SO overjoyed at all the sweet comments and emails we’ve gotten since announcing our big news. I seriously wish I could hug every single one of you for your happiness and kind words.
It has been a rough ten weeks for me.
You know how they say morning sickness goes away at 12 weeks?
They were wrong.
I’m at 17 weeks and still spending more time praying to the porcelain god than I care to mention. Emotionally it’s been hard. Being unpredictably sick. Missing out on being with friends and family. Spending whole days on the couch, not accomplishing anything. It’s draining. I haven’t ‘felt’ the baby yet, so I’m still in the stage of knowing I’m pregnant, knowing there is something so amazing growing inside of me, but it’s all so hard to believe without that ‘proof’ of a sweet little tap or kick. Hopefully soon. I know that every day of sickness is going to erased from my mind as soon as I feel that, and I cannot wait.
Some highlights of pregnancy?
Baby loves potatoes. I have been a mashed potato eating machine. And am fully prepared to demolish Thanksgiving.
Further proof that I married the sweetest, most wonderful man in the world. There are no words to describe the support he has given me. His patience with my mood swings and forgetfulness. His ability to soothe my tears when I’m fed up with being hungry and unable to eat. His insistence that I rest and leave all the housework to him.
His sweetness when he bends down to ask the baby to take it easy on mama for a few days so she can rest and eat some normal food.
His sweetness, oh my word, he is going to be the best daddy.
My friends from near and far. The happiness shared with my girlfriends here. The encouraging words received via email and snail mail. Quick notes from Megan who makes me pee my pants in laughter. Sweet mail from Candice who is always so full of encouragement. And my More Love Letters family. Who are always filling my inbox with emails that fill me with hope. And make me feel grateful for having a chance to raise my child in a world where people like them exist. Seriously, this child is going to have 30 aunts by the time they make their debut in this world.
The constant burning of my Home For The Holidays Yankee Candle to keep all smells away. My house has smelled like Christmas for the past three months and I intend on keeping it that way.
My mama and MIL. They are the support system I’ve always had but have been depending on like crazy lately. From making extra helpings of potatoes for me, to giving up a weekend to paint the baby’s room, to the simplest text of ‘what can I make you for dinner tonight that you’ll be able to keep down.’
Yeah, mamas are the best invention ever.
Which makes me even more excited that I get to be one.
I can’t wait to love all up on this child.