The Journey.

I was looking at some old pictures of my pregnancy on my computer and I realized it's amazing how many memories a picture can hold.

For example - here is one my Mom snapped on her iPhone at one of my early doctor appointments.



I realize this isn't the most flattering of pictures, but it cracks me up. I remember this day vividly. It was my 2nd appointment, and I was a nervous wreck! I was afraid they were going to tell me that Baby Lovie disappeared or that I was having siamese twins. You may laugh, but I am dead serious. These were real concerns!! (I'm a drama queen - I realize this...and embrace it.)

I was sweating, my face was beet red and my blood pressure was through the roof!! They had me lay down so they could take my BP again and Mom snapped a picture. She and Husby told me to settle down and after they did the Ultrasound and confirmed that Baby was there and fine and that he was not conjoined to another, I felt great. My blood pressure plummeted, my arm pits dried and my face turned back to ivory.

Phew. Life was good. It was only the beginning of our journey.

Then we have this picture:



This reminds me of the second trimester bliss. A cute little baby bump and all the energy in the world! I remember this day vividly, too. Husby and I were about to hit the town for a date as I took this picture. I remember thinking, "man, I look HUGE!" (I look at it now and only wish I were still that "huge".)

We went to our favorite English Pub that night and dined on yummy cottage pie, peas and chips. Our entire conversation revolved around Levi and it seemed like an eternity before we would ever meet him.

And now....

Now I find us only a few short weeks away from meeting our little boy. As this journey of pregnancy ends, the joyous journey of parenthood begins...and I can hardly wait.

But at the same time, I see this picture and get a little concerned about myself.



Yes. You guessed right. I was sneaking pictures during my childbirth class. I'm sorry, but I was bored (as was the girl bolting out the door in this pic, it seems).

Husby kept getting on to me. It felt like he was my dad.

I hunkered down and told him I was sorry. Then I realized that I'm about to be a Momma and I can do whatever I want, so I snapped a few more when he wasn't looking.

For me, this picture will always remind me of the awkwardly hilarious times we had at child birth class. And it will also remind me to not waste my time doing this with my next baby.

Each picture I have from the past 9 months brings back such sweet memories. Ones that I hope I never forget. This has been quite a ride.

I'm ready for more pictures to be taken. And more memories to be made.