Time Flies and Life is Good

I can't believe how quickly the last 6 months have gone by. I'm almost 30 weeks along, but it seems like just yesterday I was announcing the pending arrival of our bundle of joy. (I know that's cliche, but cliches are cliche for a reason.)


My pregnancy has been relatively uneventful, and I'm enjoying every phase of it. I had very little nausea early on, I was quite energetic in my second trimester, and the worst things I've dealt with so far are the occasional bouts of indigestion and some REALLY swollen feet on the hot, humid days that are becoming more and more frequent. All told, I'm very grateful to have had such a pleasant pregnancy.


The Peanut (a boy, it turns out) is growing bigger by the minute, and (to my chagrin) so am I. He's squirming and somersaulting all over the place and I love sitting or lying down and just feeling him move. Sometimes it makes me laugh out loud, and sometimes I'm in complete awe of what's happening inside me. I'm growing a human being, people! How weird and totally miraculous is that?!?


It's taken longer than I'd hoped, but we're finally starting to get the nursery ready. Furniture is arriving and the baby isn't going to wait forever, so it's time to get down to business. In the midst of doctors appointments and work and all the preparations for the Peanut, Jesse and I are settling into our own routine, getting used to living together and enjoying our quality time together, just the two of us, before the Peanut arrives.


Despite major loss and sadness this spring, and the normal challenges of life that seem to come our way when we feel least capable of handling them, I can't help but feel that life is good. The sun keeps rising. The fireflies flash their hopeful lights in the evening. The flowers bloom. A baby grows and a family is formed. 


Yeah, life is really, really good.

Where Openness Leads

If you'd asked me a year ago where I'd be right now, today, I never would have imagined this. Which just goes to show you that we have no idea what the Universe has in store for us.

I would have told you as much a year ago. I'm no fool now, and I wasn't then. I would have said I had no idea where I'd be or what I'd be doing. I would have told you about some of my plans and dreams--teaching yoga, writing, dating, traveling--but I would have also said this:

I am open to whatever comes my way.

I'd like to believe that's how I've lived my life for more than a year now. Open to all the possibilities and opportunities that I've encountered. Willing to take risks, try new things, look at the world from different perspectives.

I went out on dates with men I was sure were out of my league--and discovered how terribly wrong I could be. I flew a plane. I took trips to new places. I swam with sting rays. I taught my first yoga classes. I learned how to knit. I spent time reconnecting with old friends. I also opened my heart and made new ones.

I fell in love.

And that's where I am now. In love with someone who complements me perfectly, someone I can laugh with and talk to, who seems to know me better than I know myself. He is someone I can trust, who is open and honest and hears me when I speak. He is so caring and generous and loving that sometimes it's difficult for me to receive it all. I try my best, though, and I give back all that I can.

I could not be happier or more content where I am. Right now. Especially because out of that love, something beautiful and amazing was created:

I'm so glad I was open to what came my way, and so grateful for all the blessings and opportunities I've had over the last year. Now I look forward to a year ahead, filled with many more wonderful experiences.

I have no idea what this year will hold, but I am open to whatever comes my way.