Allow me to start this post by calling your attention to the lovely ticker above. Notice anything? Tomorrow I will be in double digits... it's almost as exciting as turning 10 years old!!!
I posted a whiny blog this morning about all the annoyances of the past week, mostly dealing with being pregnant. Mind you, it was 5:45 am. On a Saturday. I walked away, got some cereal, took a bite, and then came back in and deleted the post. I don't want to be a complainer, especially when it comes to this blessing of a pregnancy. Sure I made all kinds of deals with myself and God and promised to never ever complain if I could just be pregnant again, with a healthy baby, but more importantly, I want this blog to be a place for my positive thoughts about my pregnancy experience.
I started thinking about how to turn my bad attitude around and realized quickly that it all comes down to sacrifice. Moms? They sacrifice a lot. Time, a social life, their bodies, sometimes careers, personal relationships, sleep, not to mention makeup and hair clips, which a co-worker told me would probably start to happen in about 8 years as she walked out of my office, sighing, while holding her hair in a ponytail with not a rubber band in sight. "They steal everything!" she called as she rounded the corner.
When you try and and try and try and fail, and then try and try and try and fail even worse, and then try and try again and FINALLY are given the gift of creating a life... and then wait and wait for each milestone (seeing the sac, seeing the heartbeat, hearing the heartbeat, passing the date of any previous miscarriages, making it to the 2nd trimester, and then the big ultrasound and then week 24-- viability week, when the doctors will attempt to save your baby if you deliver anytime from here til full-term, etc.) no sacrifice seems too big or small. They're simply all worth it and are done in a heartbeat.