A delicious raspberry

Week 8. Poppy is the size of a giant raspberry. Yum. I kind of want to go to the store and buy some - is that creepy?

Erin feels sick in the morning - not bad - a little nauseous sometimes but she still does everything she needs/wants to do. She works full days ON HER FEET making people feel beautiful and continues to workout on the regular.

She has mood swings and I'm normally on the losing end of those - but whatever, they're mild and I hear that should only last a few more weeks AND it will be worth it if they mean I get to have a baby! And seriously, if I had a little thing growing in me I'd probably be moody, too.

Erin hasn't grown much, if at all. I don't know about her but I am very much so looking forward to her baby bump. I think it'll make it seem more real. I am eager to be able to put my hand on her belly and feel Poppy move. I get chills thinking about it. Right this minute Erin is sitting next to me - she is reading and growing a baby. Her body is the most incredible thing in the world - it can grow a human life. Wild. I sometimes stare at Erin - and try and figure out how it's all happening - how she can be growing a baby while we're having a conversation or while we're sleeping or while we're just doing every day stuff. It's totally wild.

Week 6 vs Week 8

This last week has been a special one. My mom was here - she came for my doctors appointment - and the good news received at the appointment has given me freedom -a freedom I didn’t fully realize I lost until it returned. I am confident I’ll continue to learn from the last two months - two months that felt like an eternity in a lot of ways. My heart is beating at a normal rate. I haven't gone to sleep nervous the last few nights. On Wednesday night I went to sleep with my hand over my heart - grateful to feel it beat. I repeated to myself aloud and then silently that I am healthy and strong. 

Thursday I woke up with more energy than I ever remember feeling. I was giddy - giddy about life and giddy thinking about Poppy. I wrestled with Harley first thing and went for a run - that turned into a walk. My knees are still bothering me - but I know they are bothering me because they aren’t strong - not because my body is eating away at them. I cried on my walk. I listed the things that I am grateful for. My body, my spirit, my mind - the last two months, even - and the opportunity I'll have of being a mother. The last two months gave me insight on better, more meaningful ways to love and care for myself - lessons I intend to teach baby. 

Yesterday our friends really helped us prepare. We went to Julians 1st birthday and then spent 6-7 hours with baby Oliver. We had a great time and found more confidence in our mothering abilities. :)

Until week 9 - when our baby is the size of a martini olive. :)