Mile 6.5

Having passed the marker for mile 6 and knowing the approach of mile 7 was near was super exciting during my 1/2 marathons. I was able to beat the agony of starting, the fear of not being able to even get halfway, and the need for pacing. The feeling of knowing that there was a finish line in site was so rewarding with the realization that I needed to continue to pull from my inner strength to fight to the end!

Well folks, I have hit my halfway mark again! I am now 20 wks and much like my races, I have conquered a few things. I beat the agony of "holy cow I'm going to be a mom", the fear of getting to this point with a healthy baby and a healthy me, and knowing when to listen to my body. My inner strength will be tested in a way I've never experienced. I know that I still have another 20 wks to go and with that comes more weight gain, discomfort, sleepless nights, and justified fear of labor. Making it this far is a sigh of relief and an answered prayer.

I still feel great. Moving around like I used to poses a slight problem. There's this thing called a belly in the way and bending at the waist isn't as easy....oh just wait :) Now my ultrasounds say we're having "A" boy but I feel like I'm nurturing quadruplets, one in my tummy, one in my butt, and one in each thigh....ummmm what is that all about? It's all worth it! The enjoyable part is putting on my maternity tops and looking at how they are meant to "frame" my belly. They're perfect and now that I'm really showing I don't feel so icky.

Last weekend we were able to register for Crosby's goodies. Erik and I headed to Jacksonville and met up with Lisa. I remember registering for our wedding gear....not a man's idea of fun. I tried to softened him up a little by listening to ESPN radio and talking to him about his Fantasy Football drafts. It must have worked because Erik was awesome. He was so in tune with what was going on, what we needed, what things were used for, etc. All I heard was, "I'm holding the gun!" and with that the scanning was up to him. I later thanked him for being such a trooper and he said, "anything for Crosby". Okay, then the tears came!

Pregnancy is such a neat thing but weird at that. Feeling and seeing Crosby move makes me realize more and more that my body is no longer mine. I have mixed feelings about that :) He is a wild fire at night. When he kicks boy he kicks and it's so neat when he chooses a 'side' to snuggle up to. The other night on the couch for a brief moment I felt a little queasy. I realized that Crosby and flipped and moved all the way to my right side. If I pushed on my left side it was soft and flabby. My right side was a solid hunk of baby wedged in there. It was really cool and Erik's shock and awe face made it even more priceless. I know there are "cooler" times ahead but for now my "halfway" mark is my highlight! To another great 20 wks...cheers!