23 Weeks.

It's the beginning of the season of Advent, the four Sundays before Christmas, and this is the third Advent that I have gotten to experience while being pregnant. It's been such a cool experience each and every time- remembering that God came to us as a baby and was carried by a woman... a woman very much like me, who lovingly caressed her growing belly and wondered at the WONDER of it all.



Pregnancy is amazing. Miraculous. In just nine short months, there is a new little person. Where there was nothing, there is suddenly someone... a person who is unique from any other person before it! And the fact that all of that energy and life and potential is wrapped up inside of me makes me feel humbled, yet so incredibly honored.



Ezra was asking me the other day about marriage and babies and at one point he said to me, "I wish I was a girl so I could carry a baby inside of me!"

And then, not even 10 seconds later, he said, "Or wait, never mind. I definitely want to be a boy because pushing the baby out hurts."

I laughed and told him he was a smart man, but inwardly I thanked God that I get to have such an intimate knowledge of the mystery of life. I have had no other experience that has taught me so much about Him, and for that fact alone the pain is more than worth it.

23 Weeks Pregnant

I have kindof lost track of how many weeks along I am, because when I went in for my ultrasound they said I was measuring TWO WHOLE WEEKS bigger than I actually was. So... now I'm all... does that mean I actually am two weeks ahead of projected baby time? Or does that just mean this boy is mumbo?

Heck, I dunno. I just follow what the little baby elephant says in my sidebar. Because I trust that little elephant. He ain't done me no wrong.

I am feeling extra super great these past few weeks. I've got energy and a baby bump and I can still fit into some of my pants. (Uh... sortof.) I can eat whatever I want without having to consult a queasy stomach beforehand. And, this baby is rocking and rolling inside of me... kicking and pushing so hard against me that sometimes I am convinced that he could already whoop me in an arm wrestling match if he had the chance.

His little thumps make me jump and start and wince ... something I NEVER remember feeling with Ezra. Ezra's kicks were always so pleasant and demure. Like... "Pardon me mother, may I bump you a tad?"

This baby is like... "JUDO CHOP!!! oh. sorry. was that your liver?"

On a completely unrelated note- today was the first 'good hair day' I've had in MONTHS. Soooo, I took a picture. And wanted to thank you all again for helping me through the agonizing hell known as 'growing out my hair'. I think it's finally starting to pay off...