It's been a little while, because I really don't have much to say.
What do you say on the eve of your life changing forever?
Yeah, I don't know either.
All is well, and I've been beaming with pride for all my IronFriends in Wisconsin. Seeing you cross the line and reading your stories reminds me of where I've been and where I'll go again someday.
That being said, I definitely pushed myself too far the second week of school and ended up a little overwhelmed, dehydrated, and exhausted. A day off school helped, and so did the weather finally breaking to my favorite temperature EVER....high of 60 something, low of 40 something. Now, if I could just fit into my favorite jeans and sweatshirts, I'd be set...but these maternity ones and Matt's sweatshirts will have to do.
School is challenging me and keeping my mind off things, which is good.
I've gotten to do lots of fun things with Matt and my friends the past few weekends, and will continue to do so as long as I can.
I have less than 3 weeks now.
Saturday night at the Tribe game some drunk guy touched my belly in the elevator and told me I'm having a girl.
In the elevator, people. No escape.
I can't wait to be done and meet this little monkey that's been climbing around and kicking around like crazy, but then I remember how it has to get out. And then I get pretty scared.
And as excited as I am, for 30 years now it's just been me, myself and I making my decisions. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel a little scared to give that up. I know it's worth it, or we'd all be only children....but I'm pretty independent and it's a little scary, and that's all. Somewhere I read that becoming a mother is like having your heart forever walking outside of your body. It's a little intimidating.
Tomorrow, I will find out how big this critter is. And Thursday, some decisions might be made. And when it comes down to it, as of today I'm full term. Which means it could happen in 5 minutes, or in 4 weeks.
And that, my friends, is scary.
Please don't let it happen in front of a room full of 16 year olds.
So I don't know if I'll get to post again before...I feel a little like I'm at the edge of the high-dive at the pool when I was about 7 years old, looking down, thinking, "It will be so fun...just do it...go...go...it's time...you can't stand here forever..."
And in that situation, there's really nothing left to do, but close your eyes, turn off the voices in your head, and jump.
So, for lack of a better ending...here I go.