Inspired by Life

They say the 1st trimester is the worst, so I braced myself for the worst. At the beginning of this pregnancy I was feeling actually pretty fine. I was surprised at how I didn't even feel pregnant! Well, well, well, week 6 hit and everything changed... I am slowly learning how to cope and continue working multiple jobs while fighting extreme tiredness, muscling past the gag-reflux to weird food adversions/new acute smells, and getting winded easily (not to mention re-learning how to move with now added frontal weight to the top third of my body - Lord, have mercy!). We're waiting a couple months to let everyone know the news, but it's hard to be in this state and have to "act normal."

So far, so good. According to my app, Judah is now the size of an orange seed with the start of a spine they call the "tail." The only symptoms I've experienced is being extremely tired and mild cramp-like-sensations. For that I am thankful (thank you grama Walter for passing down your pioneer woman spirit). I got this! And thank you, Lord, for the grace to carry this little one on to full term. 

I woke up early this morning, planning to take a pregnancy test. 95% sure I was, and 95% TOTALLY ok if I was not. Of course my husband and I had talked about it and had planned on getting pregnant this month, but I guess there was a lingering spirit of contentment if God decided that now was not the time (wink, wink). Well, after peeing on a stick (for the first time in my life), I watched a little plus sign slowly form on a the reader. ENTER: all the emotions: excitement, shock, terror, joy, panic, peace, love, craze... Oh boy...here we go. My life will never be the same. How do I break the news to my husband? Do I wait to tell him? Do I tell him now? I stepped out of the bathroom and crawled back into bed. It felt like Christmas morning - you know that feeling where everyone else is still sleeping, but you find yourself wishing and waiting for them to wake up so you can unwrap the presents. Well lucky for me, Keno was already somewhat awake, so I nestled next to his body under the ...

Ok, let's be real, people. Life is real. I'm real, and, frankly, I like to paint a real picture of life for people to appreciate the "normality" of their own life. Life isn't picture perfect, Insta-filtered, photoshop-cropped, everyone's happy. Some days it's hard. Some days it's messy. Some days we ugly cry, and it's okay. So, I'm going to blog about my period. JK. But, in all reality, it is suppose to start tomorrow, and I should let you know that we tried to get pregnant this month, so of course my mind is racing with all the thoughts of what if my period doesn't show up...and everything that follows there after. I don't really feel pregnant (but not that I have anything to base that off of since I've never been pregnant before), but I've experienced all the normal signs of a regular cycle...you know, week2: huge burst of energy, week3: so, so hungry, week4: face breaks out like an adolescent child, 3 days before lower ...