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 :)