You think that because you . . .
-Are measuring 19 weeks along (big) and receive A+ ultrasounds every other week and . . .
-Just turned 30 two weeks ago (Hello! New decade!) and . . .
-Had the best birthday surprise that any 30-year old girl could dream of by having her husband and best friend plan the sneakiest stay-cation (apparently was in the works since July - literally had no clue!) and . . .
-Were 3 weeks behind on your missionary brother's blog . . .
entitles you to not making updates on your own blog?!
'Tis true. I've been really bad at blogging. Not that I don't have anything to blog about . . . I just haven't been feeling it. My creative juices just haven't been flowing. I chalk it up to pregnancy brain, pregnancy lack of motivation, and too much Dawson's Creek (oops! I really just admitted that). . .
-Thank you, second trimester! You are a beautiful thing!
-I started feeling baby move over my birthday weekend (16 weeks) after finding smoke-free relief in our car. Mind you, I don't frequent Fremont Street all that often, but with guests in town. . . I suppose it's a right of passage . . . one we all agreed could easily be forgotten.
-The ultrasound tech seems to think we are having a girl. We should get the confirmation today at our 19 week anatomy scan. This may sound bad, but I get horrible anxiety right before our ultrasounds. I fear the worst e v e r y time and things are usually just fine.
-I've been having the worst dreams about baby. Usually the dreams end up with me having no baby in the end. Odd, super odd dreams. I guess a bout of infertility will burn those types of fears into your subconscious. No fun.
-My boobs are huge. I don't know why they decided to show up, but they are here. Yikes!
On being 30:
-Steven reminded me over and over that I can never go back to my twenties. They are done and over with. That chapter has ended. He made me feel like a part of me was dying. I then reminded him that he is with a woman in her thirties, and I wanted to know what that felt like to someone in their twenties. Personally, I wouldn't know.
-So far, I believe that my thirties might just be the greatest decade. I hope to look back at this time in my life as a concrete time frame as to when we were able to start our own little family. Nothing to prove - just to ourselves, moving at our own pace, and watching our little people grow . . . causing us to grow as well. It will be a lot of hard work, sure . . . but probably the most fulfilling thing to boot.