It’s just all so bizarre.  After waiting so long to meet the man God had for me and then beginning the journey of trying to become parents, I find myself in shock that it’s actually happening.  I’m actually married and we are actually going to have a little one who will call us mom and dad.  Or mama and dada.  Or mommy and daddy.

The point is, that after watching so many friends walk down those unexpected roads related to infertility and then getting a peak into that ourselves, it’s blowing my mind that it’s really happening to us.  Please don’t think that I’m comparing what we went through to those who have been struggling for years.  Because I’m not.  I’m just saying that I now have a small (tiny) glimpse into what they have been struggling with for so long.  But it also makes me realize just how much of a miracle it is that there is a little one growing inside of me.  And we are so grateful and so blessed.  And we do not take that for granted!

And now that we’ve heard the heartbeat at a couple of appointments and I’m noticing that I really do have a baby bump (it’s starting to get in the way of things I do at crossfit, which is crazy!), I find that I’m not so much in denial anymore as I am in AWE.  There’s a baby.  Growing inside of me.  And it blows my mind every time I think about it.

As do the cheeseburger cravings!  Anytime Ben asks me what I’d like for lunch or dinner it’s either a cheeseburger or occasionally Chick-fil-A or Zaxby’s.  Why all the fast food, kiddo?!?  No idea what is going on with this little one, but we’re going to have to work harder at what we’re I’m eating.  So here’s to a new week and more veggies (now that the thought of them being cooked doesn’t make me gag anymore… yay second trimester!)!