6 (calendar) months and counting...

Turning 30 has been the best thing that has happened to me, thus far, in 2010.  The best thing that I did for myself, for turning the big 3-0, was go on a solo trip to Costa Rica.  It was the best solo trip, to date, that I've taken.  I threw my fears to the wind and did so many things that to this day still brings a smile to my face.  I am not a swimmer, but I went snorkeling and saw the bottom of the the ocean...well as far as my eyes allowed.  It was the most beautiful sight ever.  I got stung, twice, by a jelly fish...although it was probably not the same one; rode a very skinny horse on the side of a cliff; and ate more food than I probably should have.  That trip emptied my burden filled mind, body, and soul that when I came back to NYC, I felt so weightless...although, not according to my scale.  I am a strong believer in God's power and there are stitches in my fabric of 2010 that unbeknownst to me foretold I would be where I am today...~6 months pregnant with my first child. 

I cannot begin to tell you the happiness I feel.  Nothing else in this world matters more to me.  Adoration aside and all, everyday is a hit or miss with pregnancy...you have good days, great days, wanna-eat-everything-in-sight days, curl-up under the cover days, want it to be over days, swollen-feet-no-shoe-fits days, not liking your OB-GYN because she is telling you you are getting too fat days, can't sleep nights, ahhhh-nothing-fits days.  The list goes on.  All-in-all, I would not trade any of it as I wait anxiously to meet my baby boy (WARNING: response is likely to change should you ask me how I am doing on a day when my back hurts so bad I want to rip out my spine).

As of late, my lill' man is kicking up a storm.  I swear he loves my spine because I get the most intense pains in my back, especially at nights.  Right now his kicks look and feel like inconsistent spikes on a radar, but I know he will soon be producing more Alien like visual displays for me (i.e. Aliens, the movie).