This is X.

But on and on from the moment I wake

To the moment I sleep

I'll be there by your side

Just you try and stop me

On April 20, 2014 we celebrated ten years of being together.  Sure, we've been married for almost five years, yet, I could never let go of April 20, 2004.  Ten years ago a young boy asked a young girl a very simple question, "Will you be my girl?"  It wasn't the first time he asked, but, it was most certainly the last.  I'll be your girl forever, love.

It hasn't all been perfect.  Yet, I cannot imagine any moment without him in it.  Ten years ago I gave away my heart.  And, in a short ten weeks we will be welcoming the fruit of our love into this world, a little bebe.   I can hardly wait.  Here is to ten more years, 20 more years, 30 more years, 40 more years, 50 more years, 60 more years; here is to the rest of my days with the love of my life.  Forever does not seem quite long enough.

xx

Keeping Calm.

I am not a naturally calm person by nature.  Sure, I can go with the flow under certain circumstances, yet, when it comes to MY circumstances I am usually not as serene.  Being pregnant has taught me quite the lesson in patience.  A lesson that I never expected to learn.  Ultimately, I have control over very little.  Actually, the reality is that I have control over almost nothing.  

Every morning I wake up and the very first thing that comes to my mind is my enormous to-do-list; the ever-increasing to-do-list.  Will it ever end?  Probably not.  Three things get crossed off and five more get added.  It is quite the cycle I have going.  Between weddings, maternity photos, my baby shower, completing the nursery, choosing a pediatrician,  multiple June birthdays, and prepping for my maternity leave I feel I do not have a moment to breathe.  

So, yesterday, after a day-care-tour, prepping for a dress alteration, a hospital registration, and one of the longest trips to the mall with my sweet husband I decided to give myself and the bump a break.  I took off my bra (I hate wearing a bra these days), plopped my bump on the couch, elevated my feet and called it a day.  I didn't move from my cozy spot until about 9:30 PM when I realized I wasn't hungry, I was starving.  Which of course led me to having dinner at 10 o'clock (Probably, not the best idea for someone who has gained 26 pounds as of last Thursday).  Eh, what can ya do?  Just keep calm.

This is the most content I have ever been and nothing will interfere with that.  Darn, I've thought of two more things to add to my to-do-list.  Do you know what I am going to do about them right-this-second?  Not a darn thing.

Have the happiest of Saturdays.