Hmmmm....butterflies!

So, when I found out I was pregnant, I swore that my children would all have a journal of their own. I didn't promise to write in it everyday, that would be unrealistic for me, but I did tell myself that at least twice a year I would update it with how they had grown and changed. The only exception to that was while I was pregnant. I told myself that I would document this momentous event in our lives, hers and mine and daddy's. I want her to be able to read how much I love her, even without seeing her. I want her to have a glimpse of who she was to me before we had actually met. So.........not a word as of yet has been written. A journal so far has not been purchased. But, I do have this growing desire to show her who she was, and who I was with her. So, I decided to start writing today on the computer. I can compile later. I know, I know, there is something about reading the WRITTEN word, but I have read my grandmothers journals and I swear I miss half of the important things through rough translation of her language. (very cursive handwriting) So, I start writing and if anyone has ideas of how to compile the journal, please let me know.

I have had many people ask me to do a pregnancy update. So, I shall. I am not including a picture in this post for a very good reason, I only look really pregnant without much clothing on. I am not a big fan of parading myself around the Internet in anything but fully clothed, so maybe next update. There is however a baby bump there. It looks like I sat down and ate a gallon of Ben and Jerry's rather than life beginning, but it is there. I officially felt her for the first time on Sunday December 28th. I had felt things before but told everyone that I wouldn't count it until I was sure it was her. This time it was different. We had journeyed to Mesa to be with Cameron and Ashley at Brooklyn's blessing. After the sacrament, I think our little one got excited to be here, because she started flipping around in there enough that I was sure it was her. I remember telling Rusty "I am 95% sure that was her!" Since that day, she has said "Hello" to me at least four to five times a day. She hates it when I wear a belt, she seems to kick and kick in that same spot. It doesn't matter how much it will hurt later on, I still can't help but smile when she lets me know she is awake and moving. In church last Sunday I almost got the giggles she was pelting me so much. I just sat there grinning from ear to ear. The only thing I long for now is for her to kick hard enough for her daddy to feel. Rusty puts his hand on my belly, but she stops moving. I figure she is getting a head start on teasing him......which I am sure will be a mutual theme in our house for...say... 18,20,30 years. She will always know he loves her, he won't ever stop pestering her I assume.

As far as the other parts of pregnancy, for me there isn't much. I feel really good 90% of the time. Sleep seems to want to evade me every night, but Benadryl has become my best weapon against that. When I asked my doctor if it was ok to take it every night his response was, "Ya if it helps you sleep..take it! She will just take a nap with you!" I am excited to be officially half way done. Something about that mark on the calendar being behind me gets me excited. I guess it's because I have had such a good pregnancy that there were days I forgot I was with child. Knowing that I am halfway through gives me butterflies. I know that the hardest part is still ahead. I know that anything can happen. But, I also know she is closer to being in my arms that not. And that makes me grin too!