Lovely Day

Look at the lilacs my husband picked and put in a gorgeous blue bottle whose label he peeled off himself! He loves the way they smell. I love him! Other things to notice in this photo: fruit, which my husband recently claimed we don’t eat enough of (there are apples and plums as well, but these were prettiest), and in the top left corner, Tim’s sick (heehee, trying to use the lingo of the kids these days) new ride, a snowboard called The Machete. We spent a surprising amount of money on his boarding gear two weeks ago, and are relieved that we didn’t buy me skis as well, for reasons which will be revealed towards the end of this post.

Wow, so much has happened in the past week an a half!

1) I was approved into the Blogging Women Network:

Now I’m a part of something bigger, something hand-selected! I don’t know what their criteria is for accepting blogs, but it was good for my ego to be accepted after so long that I had forgotten I even submitted my blog.

2) I was finally discovered by a like-minded blogger who writes at Messie Confessions! Such a meeting was a long time coming and very appreciated. I love the title of her blog.

3) A little over a week ago, we saw that faint pink line that indicated that I do indeed have a bun in the oven! It’s official now and I’ve been riding the roller coaster of emotions that go along with it.

Three months ago, I’m certain I would have been full of nothing but joy at this news, but when it finally arrived, it was cause for more ambiguity. Firstly, when to tell family and friends, and when to blog it.

I’m thirty-one, pregnant with my first baby and wading through those first three months of anxiety. Many people don’t share the news until safely into the second trimester, but I think I’m too old and impatient wait for that! So, I decided to tell the world and hope that nothing bad happens. If it does, I know I’m on the baby path now, so we’ll just try again.

Secondly, how to deal with the end of my independence and the end of my pre-pregnancy body. I had come to the conclusion that I’ve partied enough in my life, but when that is abruptly cut off, it’s not as easy as you might think to adjust. The city I live in is full of great restaurants in which we foodies love to meet friends for happy hour cocktails and brunch with bloody marries. It just seems strange to forgo such things for nine plus months!

But that’s not the worst of it. The hardest part is that I’ve managed to begin my pregnancy at my all time highest weight with an injury that I now can’t treat! The logical thing to do would have been to hold off trying for three months, to get my weight and injury under control, but that’s not how I roll I guess.

So, here I am, barely six weeks along, already looking like I’m showing, and unable to even walk for exercise. I’m seeing the doctor on Friday and hoping to get a referral to a talented specialist who will guide me in healing my back/hip problem so I can get to the exercising already.