Lately I've gotten a second wind. For the first time in 9 months I feel great, alive. I'm back to doing things I love- field trips with my kiddos, running, fiddling, searching through cookbooks, reading, and transplanting my perennials. I've even de-junked my closets, drawers, and tilled a small veggie garden out back. The past 9 months pregnancy has felt like an impairment and it almost feels weird to feel like myself again.
I cursed myself six years, 3 babies, ago when I declared that I was 'great at being pregnant.' Growing my 1st baby I felt vivacious. I gained the minimal amount of weight, worked 50 hours a week, exercised, and smiled my way through the 9 months of baby prep. Now at the end of this third, last, and intolerably long, pre-natal period I've totally reversed my perception of maternity. At times this pregnancy has been physically debilitating, emotionally discouraging, and depressing. The months of barfing, never-ending flu-like fatigue, unfair and unstoppable weight gain, umbilical hernia, muscle cramps, heart burn . . . Let's just say it's been a good thing I have a major prize at the end to look forward to.


Last week my friends Katie and Robyn threw me a Friday night baby shower with pedicure stations, homemade sugar scrubs, and lots of happy chatting. It was fun to celebrate the coming baby and feel pampered. The necklace that I am wearing in the above picture is a gift that was made at the shower from my friends that came. Each friend put a bead on the necklace representing themselves. They are to remind me of the hopeful wishes and good vibes I have coming my way.
