Love Part 2 (mildly lengthy, but worth it)

My dear friend Miss Tracy Leigh once told me that her parents explained the birds and the bees by saying, "When two people love each other very much they share a special hug."  She was scarred by this and afraid of hugging people for a long while out of fear of having a baby. This story never fails to amuse me, so I thought I would share.  :)

I have anticipated this post for weeks.  In fact there have been several drafts which are being all sort of smooshed together here. Please excuse me if this post jumps all over the place.  In a week I will be celebrating 4 years of marriage.  So short, and yet as G and I say, "It's an entire high school or college education.....and it sure has been an education!"  I love that we are in such a good place.  I love that I'm trusting my husband with my heart again, and that I'm learning to let go a bit.  I love that someday our children are going to see what love is supposed to mean so that they in turn learn to love well.

Married love is remarkable in the ability to share a lifetime of special hugs.  It's kind of a great perk of the job (and one that I am, ahem, currently missing).  And sometimes it has remarkable results.  An exhaustion that cannot be explained.  A feeling that niggles at the mind, but is faced with denial.  A moment of reckoning when you realize that the saying, "tell God your plans and watch him laugh" is more than true.

I am writing this on April 7 even though you won't be seeing this until much later.  I want to record what it is I'm feeling right now.  I'm in awe mainly.  Our own little homegrown expression of God's amazing ability to at points allow us to see the big picture.  The bulimia that most likely is the cause of the cyst.  The cyst that pumped my body full of progesterone as it dissipated acting like a inborn fertility drug.  A schedule that caused me to not be taking meds like I normally would.  All leading to:

Photo is from yesterday, April 27, 2011

That, my friends, is my baby.  And suddenly all my weight loss plans and my "I don't know if now's the right time" thoughts just disappeared and all I could think was, "You and I are going to have a wild ride."  For those who'd like the math, ma petite escargot is due around Thanksgiving.  They're estimating the 24th of November.  G will be home at the beginning of the third trimester---just in time for daily foot rubs and lots of him running up and down the stairs for me! 

These past weeks I imagine I've not been the best blogger.  For days I've just been in awe and sort of not sure what to write, and while I hope that didn't continue too horribly I'm sure there were many delays.  I hope that you can now understand why.  We're thrilled, and I have certainly never felt more beautiful.  I'm going to be attempting to not focus on our little snail, but occasionally as we go along show you how I take my style from normal to poppin'!  And I'm really hoping that by now I'm able to eat things other than fruit, cheez-its and pickles, so that we can discuss eating in a healthy but still delicious way."

I obviously wrote that a bit ago.  So you see, my dear readers I haven't been exactly running myself ragged.  It's just that growing a person is somewhat of an exhausting task.  And the only way I could think to mask it was to let everyone think I was simply taking on too much. (and avoid spilling the beans that I sleep all. the. time.)

Telling G was the most amazing moment.  His shock and happiness were so audible we were in complete heaven.  And while technically we're still not out of the highest risk period, we've hated keeping it quiet, and yesterday I got to witness the baby actually moving about, kicking it's little legs (I didn't even know they were all that active this early!).  I am currently 10 weeks along, and though I wanted to wait until the end of this first tri-mester, both G and I have been busting at the seams to tell the world our good news.  Right around Thanksgiving this year we'll become a family of three.

Our cup runneth over.  And if this baby isn't the best representation of our love, I'm not sure what is.