Quarter Life Crisis Turned Plan Part: 2

So back in April (pre-pregnancy discovery), I wrote a piece called Quarter Life Crisis Part: 1.  Did you ever see a part two after that? Anyone? No? That’s ok…me either. Friends, that’s because karma bit me. That’s what you get for making a plan. Don’t be so silly as to think your life is in your own hands! These are quotes thrown at me by God, the universe, Mother Earth…whatever may be your deity of choice.  The point is, I so pompously made a plan that was inevitably destined to backfire right into my stupid type A face.

The silly couple who thought they had their life planned, last fall

                                               

Now I sit here, in the most uncomfortable fashion because some little tummy alien has taken over my body. And I don’t have a plan. It scares the crap out of me.  I will not be starting school this Fall to become a Surgical Tech. I will instead, be growing said tummy alien. Come January, I will be caring for the most beautiful little girl I’m sure I’ll have ever laid eyes on. That’s my plan. That’s all I know right now. Do I wish I knew more? Yes. Absolutely. But with the obstacles life has thrown my way lately, I’ve learned to just go with what’s given me and feel grateful that Tim and I are blessed with the amazing support system that is our family and friends.

Me, 6 months along, growing my sweet little tummy alien :)

Falling too early?

It’s fall! Which means it is absolutely fair game to throw up your Halloween decorations right? Right! Tim and I are blessed to live with a wonderful couple who whole heartedly share our love for the holiday season. In fact, they surprised US by having some amazing décor up when we came home the other night. I then returned the favor by dropping too much money on a sale at Michaels craft store. Here are just a few pictures that really don’t do our home justice.

Our female roomie, B made those bottles. She is so crafty! I think I have quite a bit to learn from her.









I couldn't pass up these cute little pumpkin heads! 

                                                              

 

Our badass front yard. Have to give the roomies full credit for that one. We're currently looking for body parts to throw out there as well. I'm so excited for what the other holidays are going to bring! I'm usually super cutesy and conservative with my decorations but they really like to go all out and it's so refreshing not to hold back. I'm pretty sure we'll be the only decorated house on the block (does anyone decorate for Halloween anymore?? Kind of makes me sad) and I'm ok with that.

Honestly...

I’m going to be blunt. Call me a bad mother if you want. Judge me. I really don’t care. I hate being pregnant. I hate the way I don’t recognize my body.  I miss the freedom I had in surfing, hiking, running and just BEING in nature and the world. And dammit I miss my wine.

                                   Poor girl-She never saw 9 months of abstinence coming 

Despite my animosity toward my delicate condition, I’m not hating the little wifey it is helping me slowly transform into. The other day, Tim was in the garage organizing and I was in the kitchen making lunch and cleaning. Bliss.

Ok- seriously?

Yes. I had absolutely nothing to worry about! Nothing on my mind except for the love of my growing little family.  If you knew me before, you wouldn’t recognize me now. I wasn’t ever exactly gunning for the route of domestication, yet here I am. And I couldn’t be happier.

But I swear to everything holy, once Norah is here and it’s safe to do so I will be enjoying my nightly bottle glass of wine to my heart’s content. Judge away peeps!

Did you ever think you'd be where you are now 3 years ago?

Oh baby...

So. In my unintentional 5 month absence, much has changed in my life. These changes are undoubtedly the catalyst for my absence.

My last post was a short synopsis of my dear Tim’s birthday. I didn’t go into detail. Just some photos showing us having good clean fun. Folks, I was willingly drunk for much of that trip and acquired one of my favorite memories of me and Tim. While in a haze of inebriation, we were walking the beach sometime around midnight. Appreciating the beauty the night brings to the ocean and contemplating the meaning of our lives together. You know, typical drunk chatter. Tim can’t keep secrets when he’s drunk. It’s just not in his nature. We ended the night with Tim confessing his plans to propose to me during our surf trip along the west coast in September.  Little did we know our trip would not be happening for a LONG TIME.

It’s now September. And we are engaged! But it happened on the 4^th of July while we were surfing our home beach.  And we aren’t surfing our newly engaged booties off along the west coast. Instead we are preparing our lives for Norah, our little daughter that we will have the blessing of meeting on January 10^th, 2013.  And I couldn’t be more excited.  That’s right! I’m 6 months pregnant. It took me a while to come to terms with this seemingly catastrophic life changing event.  I’ve accepted and come to love the changes it is bringing to our lives and to our relationship.  I can’t tell you how excited I am to see Tim hold Norah. He is already to most incredible father I’ve ever had the privilege of watching interact with his daughter and she isn’t even born yet. He loves to read to her, chat with her and sing to her. He makes sure I’m taking all of my supplements and the guy makes me an all fruit smoothie EVERYDAY. Seriously, I’m blessed to have such an amazing partner in life and going through such an unfamiliar situation together has made me fall in love with him all over again.

2012 brought us a pregnancy and engagement. 2013 will bring us a baby and a marriage. Baby first of course, we definitely aren’t trying to prove anything except that our marriage is out of love and not obligation.  I hope I can stay motivated enough to continue to share our experience :)