Yes I just said AF on my blog. Never thought I’d do that, but hey it gets the point across. Also, makes me feel like I’m trying to be trendy. Trust me, I’m not trendy.
I’ve always been a dreamer. Every year my dreams get bigger and I always believe they will come true. I love that about myself. I don’t doubt that things are going to work out how I want them too. The only problem is, in recent years I’ve spent a lot less time executing those dreams. It’s like Katherine Paterson says, a dream without a plan is just a wish. I’m committed to wishing less and doing more in 2017.
One way I’m switching things up from my usual SMART goals system is by having a word of the year focus. While I do still have some specific goals, they are guided by this one word.
Fall in Miami doesn’t involve changing leaves or adorable sweaters, it’s more of a humid mishmash of rain, frizzy hair, and reflection. I look forward to its subtle kiss of wind, what December will bring, and what lessons I’ll learn about myself and the world in 2017 as Autumn turns into Winter and Miami gets “cold” for a grand total of two days.
The thing I’m coming to learn about parenting is that it does take up all your time, does often require a village, and that it’s totally worth it when your baby smiles for you.
But I’m also trying to accept my shift in identity, and the emotional grief I’ve experienced with that, because it is not something I anticipated. Logically, everyone knows that having a child changes you. You know that your priorities have to shift. What I didn’t comprehend was how deep it went. Until you feel it, I don’t think most people can understand how profoundly your entire being changes.
It’s official, Chris and I made a baby. With our own hands! …Or bodies. Either way, this is our creation. Probably the best thing we’ll ever do. This little cutie pie is going to take over the world.
It all started the week of August 22, when I caught a pretty nasty cold. If you know anything about me, you know this is a big deal. I don’t get sick. At all. It’s just not a thing my body does. So when I told my doctor I had fever and the shakes for a week, she told me to come in as soon as I could because she wanted to check me out and possibly induce me. I told her I’d give it a little more to get better before coming in. And I did get better! I was really hoping Jack could stay in my womb for a little longer, but that wasn’t part of his plan it seems! So I was feeling pretty good on Wednesday, August 31, when I did come into the office for my checkup.
So I was feeling pretty good on Wednesday, August 31, when I did come into the office for my checkup.
But then during my pelvic exam, my OBGYN says “Are you sure your not feeling contractions already?” Cue the panic. “No. Why?”
I am seven months pregnant, holy crap!
Hey there, Kind Friends. Today I’m going into some details about my seventh month of pregnancy. It’s insane to me that I have less than two months to go until Chris and I get to meet the little alien/monkey in my stomach (also known as Jack).
As of the time I’m writing this, I’m 31 weeks pregnant, so one week shy of eight months. Insert my freaking out face here, because I just did that math now and I had no idea I was already almost done with my seventh month! To say I feel underprepared is an understatement, especially since Chris and I are just starting to set up the house now and don’t even have a crib or car seat yet. Yeah, it’s #CrunchTime.