:)

When people complained about the woes of pregnancy, I always had an inkling that I would love being pregnant--I was going to be the anomaly. As I spent the first trimester puking, I was so frustrated that I found no pleasure in pregnancy. The "unplanned element" made it extra difficult, but I also just hated feeling so awful. I was tired, sick, scared, lonely, and overwhelmed. I couldn't figure out how women could convince themselves to go through the horrors of pregnancy again. I was miserable!

That changed. Most awful things are just for a season.

The last few weeks, I have been filled with joy at the prospect of carrying a human being. I suddenly love being pregnant. Sometimes, my heart does a little skip of joy thinking about the truly miraculous process I'm playing a role in. Second trimester is the trimester when most women claim they feel great, and this has been more than a little true for me.

I'm just so honored.