|Crazy, wild kids on Valentines day wrestling and |
dancing to music. Chaz is off playing games somewhere.
|My first two Ryan and Chaz in 2002|
10 years later....
|Chaz and Ryan just baptized|
My first 4 pregnancies I would tend to rush them on by. I did a countdown of how many weeks and days left. I would stare at the calendar in hopes that somehow staring at it hard enough would make them go by faster. I absolutely loathed the beginning because it was mostly just morning sickness. The middle felt like we were getting nowhere and then the end felt like the clock was laughing at me. By 36 weeks I would walk the treadmill hoping to get baby moving and ready by the 38th week. It was a rough 9 months with that type of attitude. I often forget I'm even pregnant now because I just take each day as they come and cherish it. I've stopped dwelling on the uncomfortableness of pregnancy and embrace the miracle of it all instead.
|Holding Ivy, our fourth, in 2005|
Something started to change when I saw how fast the older ones were growing up. They weren't mixing up their words and saying "battabies" instead of "batteries". They would wave goodbye on the school bus and there were no more sticky kisses. Only clean and fast ones. Then I was pregnant with my 5th child. Something started to change in my heart. I began to appreciate each day a little bit more carrying them inside of me. Even more with my 6th. Now, I feel like I'm trying to hold onto water. Each pregnancy week keeps slipping through my fingers faster and faster. What happened to my 1st trimester? My 2nd trimester is almost gone now that I'm 26 weeks pregnant. The "morning sickness" all day long isn't so bad. My husband knows that when he offers me coffee in the morning I just need to go throw up first. It's no problem and just feels like another routine of the day.
|Pregnant with my 7th now|