I haven’t touched this blog in forever, but with some pretty big changes happening in my life, I thought it best to give it another shot.  A new location, a new look, and a new name- all in hopes to journal one of the biggest events in my life.

Yes, we're sure

As you all know, Matt and I are expecting our first child in November, and I am scared shitless.  I imagine it’s the same crap every first-timer thinks, but I can’t seem to help it.  I’m terrified that I have already done something to screw this kid’s life up, like passed on my anxiety and depression issues.  I pray this kid is like Matt in pretty much every way.

And regardless of what my darling husband may think, he has, and continues to be absolutely amazing.  He tells me I’m beautiful when I’ve got a zit the size of a small moon on the end of my nose, and I have no doubt in my mind that he will be the best daddy ever.  I think that’s the part I’m looking forward to the most- seeing Matt hold our child (pregnancy hormones make me all weepy just thinking about it).  So, the next time you see him, please remind him of his awesomeness.  He doesn’t believe me when I say it, but if enough people tell him, he just might.

As I am writing this, I am just shy of 12 weeks.  I try not to complain, because I know that some women would kill to have the pregnancy I have had so far: apart from being queasy a few times, I haven’t been sick.  I’ll take the crippling exhaustion and horrible breakouts over that any day!  We’ve found a great doctor, and hearing The Kid’s heartbeat over the doppler on Monday was beyond awesome, if a little surreal.

So, what are the next few months looking like for us?  Hopefully we’ll be able to get this house in a condition to put it on the market.  I would really prefer not to bring a baby home here, but with the housing market the way it is, especially in St. Louis, there is a very good chance it may happen.  I may not like it, but I’ve accepted it.  Besides that, life will be pretty much the same until November, when all hell breaks loose.  And I can honestly say that I can’t wait (and yes, come Christmas I know will whistling a different tune).