30 weeks, and crazy

I'm officially 30 weeks along in this pregnancy and for some reason, that sounds like a crazy number to me. 30? Really? Where did that come from! I was laying in bed last night pondering the fact that I am 3/4ths of the way finished carrying this baby and so much of the early days seems like a distant memory. Remember, Bethany, back in August and September and October when surviving the days was your number one goal? When you'd wake up in the middle of the night sick beyond belief, but starving at the same time and just crying, wanting the morning sickness to be over? Do you remember working out in the second trimester and hating Summer Sanders for telling you you should have energy when you still felt like a zombie? I feel like I started to enjoy being pregnant only recently and yet I'm amazed at how quickly my mind and my body can forget what was, not that long ago, quite tortuous. But now, here I am, with a belly to behold and movements inside of me that are totally unmistakeable as human, and this whole pregnancy thing doesn't seem that bad. Maybe its because when I feel discomfort now, I know its for her sake. Before it was just sickness for sickness sake and it was easy to resent that. But now that it feels like my hips are splitting in two and like someone whacked my pelvis with a bat, I feel no resentment because I know its not her fault and I love her too much to mind. I wonder if I'll feel any different about morning sickness the next time I'm pregnant, having felt this human and knowing that its for her? I don't think we intend to get pregnant again any time soon, but it is interesting how the heart and the mind and the body are so joined and how we really do do crazy things in the name of love.

So, I love you, baby girl. This has all been for you, to bring you here, and I'm so crazy in love with you that I'd do it all again. 

the start of the journey... well, sorta

Hi friends,
I've decided to blog. (Duh.) But let me explain why. I've become obsessed with mommy blogs recently. Jeremy walks into the room and I quickly minimize the page I'm looking at and he gives me that smile that says, "I approve of the fact that you are reading MORE mom-stuff, but really?" Yes, really. Its fun, its encouraging, its interesting, and a lot of these ladies are hilarious. But the thing that has stood out to me in quite a few of these blogs I've started "stalking" is that these women share a lot of details about their lives  that only their moms, sisters and bf's would really care about. A lot of them talk to or reference their moms directly, as if they are having a phone conversation, but via the blog. I think its sweet. And it occurred to me that perhaps I have some family and friends who might like to read all the randomness of my life too. How that doctors appointment went, the details of the birth story, what we did with this baby in our hut today and other things that will never make it into a Choshen newsletter or might seem too insignificant to send an e-mail out about. And so I want to start writing things down. For my sake, and perhaps for yours - whoever you are. And so here begins the journey... or rather, here continues the journey. I'm starting this at the start of my third trimester, which is 2/3rds of the way through the pregnancy and not even to day 1 of the mommy adventure. But things are starting to get "interesting" around here, so it seems appropriate to get on this ball before too much more happens.
And so that's what we'll do! OK blogworld, do your thang!