At the 1/2 Way Mark...

Today I am officially halfway through my pregnancy...it seems easy so far. But as most things in life go...its always easy to start a project but to complete it is where it gets a little tough. So as I prepare myself for the second half of the best thing to ever happen in my life, I reminisce about how easy this has been thus far. I feel him kicking me every night as I watch TV and enjoy his little movements. Knowing that with each week, that foot will grow and grow and eventually not be so cute anymore! Its amazing how you can fall in love with someone who hasnt even made their presence in this world yet....and to know he will already know the sound of my voice and the pitch of my laughter when he finally enters this world!

I Felt Him KICK!

Finally! I'm 19 weeks, one week away from the halfway point, and I finally felt him kick. It was the strangest thing I have ever felt. It felt like a heart palpitation but obviously much lower. And because I always get so scared of having a panic attack, and because it felt so similar, my heart started to race.... Then I realized what it was I had just felt.

It was my first day back to work after a nine day vacation through the New Years Holiday. Shane and I had packed up the Trailer and the dog and headed to Glamis for me to spend my first sober New Years thinking about the sacrifices my body has been experiencing for this unborn child of mine. I did fine, though the fireworks made Lexie pant so loud we had to lock her out of the bedroom in the trailer on New Years Eve, you would think SHE was the one suffering from PTSD in our family after all those KABOOMS! Though Shane did try to hit the deck during an initial game of Yatzee earlier in the evening when the first firework hit. It was a great little vacation for us. I cant wait until we get to bring our son out there to play with Dad in the dirt.

Once we got back from the desert my Dad took over our house, remodeling the guest bath and baby's room. He said that I am nesting and he knew he needed to get this done for me. Apparently Contractors are afraid of Pregnant Women customers, as they tend to nit pick and nag the entire time their home is being redone. Though I did a fantastic job of scraping the ceilings and demo-ing the bath room, I found it quite therapeutic. I am very happy to have the baby's room done. I know I will only get more uncomfortable as time progresses.

Yesterday was my first day back to work after the desert, home construction and 9 days of sleeping in with my Husband and dog every morning. So last night after a bowl of soup I laid down on the couch for about an hour. I was thinking to myself that it was about time for me to feel him kick. I want to know hes okay in there and that the Quad rides were okay to do just like the doctor said they were and within that instant I felt the flutter. Then another one! Ahhh, hes in there!!! Inside me.... Crazy!!! I wasn't alone on the couch after all.

So as I continue down my path of ever growing experiences as a new Mom-to-Be, I look forward to seeing him with my own eyes in about 4 1/2 months. I am enjoying every moment and trying not to remember what my body used to look like, just hopeful it might come back to me one day.