my love

I figured it was due time for a tribute to the man in my life, Sam.

Now, I'm not what you call a sentimental person. Which is funny because I do think of myself as a hopeless romantic. But saying what I feel? Just not one of my strengths. Kind of ironic, being a therapist.  From the moment this guy came into my life, I can truly say that it has never been the same. It's almost silly how people tell you when you meet "the one", you will just know. As cheesy as it sounds, on some level, I just knew. I wasn't sure if I were delirious or just ridiculously infatuated, but there was SOMETHING there.

Fast forward nearly 5 years later, here were are, as husband and wife.

And soon to be parents.  Crazy how life just passes you by! I can tell you one thing: throughout this rocky road to motherhood, there is one smooth portion of this journey: Sam. I have no doubt in my mind that he will be above and beyond, a great father. I will be the one who'll be freaking out about changing diapers, or which cry means what. Sam will be the one who will be holding the reins and keeping me sane. We're a good team like that.

Sam, thanks for keeping me sane. Thanks for dealing with my end of the world talk and my OCD-tendencies throughout this pregnancy. Thanks for offering to go to the store and grab ice cream and my every beck and call. Thanks for bringing me flowers on my down days, and red vines to make me happy. Thanks for loving me, giving me back rubs, drawing baths and going to baby/labor & delivery classes with me. Thanks for being involved, excited, patient, supportive and loving. I wouldn't know what to do without you. I am so so excited to start this new journey with you.

i love you. <3

tidbits...here and there.

So, I know. I know. I've not been very good at this blogging thing. I really have to say the source of my blame comes from utter exhaustion. Being in the third trimester is EVERYTHING people warned me about...and then some. I am so tired these days, I have to force myself to do things. On top of that, I am super sore. It feels as if I've rode a horse for MILES. No wonder pregnant women walk funny. I get it now. I've also lost my memory (and maybe some of my sanity), if anyone has found it, please return it to me, kthx. Hard to believe I have 10 weeks left...(which feels so soon, and yet so far away.) I have a feeling these 10 weeks are going to be CREEPING by, and if baby decides to be fashionably late, these 10 weeks may turn into 12 weeks, max. Oh boy. Rant: I hate the words preggo and preggy. First off, if my 10 months of being with child resorted to being named after a spaghetti sauce, something is seriously wrong here. & preggy just sounds dumb. I'm sorry, but now having experienced pregnancy myself, pregnant women deserve much more respect than calling this condition "preggy". We go through SO much, so lets dignify it please.

So back to the first sentence here: I am just not good at developing habits these days. Namely, blogging. I have to say I have not forgotten about writing and there were times where I would tell myself  "ohh this would be a good blogging topic!" but...along with my memory and energy, OUT the window it went.

But knowing I have only 10-12 weeks left of this amazing journey, I will see this as a motivator. Ok. Off to take a quick cat nap so I can survive the rest of the afternoon.