Another Notch In The Belt...Literally.

Yes my friends the time has come. This proverbial roller coaster ride is near its much anticipated end. I have embarked on my third tri today and I couldn't be more jovial about it. And while I've been sitting here twiddling my thumbs wondering how in the heck this pregnancy can go any slower I'm sure all of my faithful readers have been wondering what in the heck is up with Mommy Rader and why she's been MIA for the last...oh...month or so. I'd love to update you all on the juicy details, but regrettably (or perhaps no drama is a good thing?) there's nothing of interest to report. Now as I type I realize there is most likely a lot I could share, but...quite frankly...it's none of your darn business people. That and the fact that you'd probably not be interested in it either. So with that said...what do you want to know? I'd probably have posted another belly picture or two within my blogging hiatus, however, I'd be hard pressed to find one I actually think I look good in these days. All vanity aside this pregnancy has kicked my once nicely gym-toned butt (aw, who am I kidding...but seriously though I'm sure it looked a whole lot better than it does now). Its wider version is giving the former a run for its money, but who the heck cares anymore? (Well actually I do, but I'm working on that part...). This baby is an absolute miracle and not a day goes by that I don't curse the day the hubs and I got a little too frisky (gasp...I know, right?) and also raise my hands in thanksgiving for the answer to months of prayer within. Anyone who's been pregnant will tell you it goes hand in hand. Well...I'd have to honestly say most anyone. I'm sure there are the delusional few that soar through pregnancy glowing, fit, and happily dancing on cloud Methuselah and well....hot dangit. But not me. Not this time. I missed the bus on that one and I'm still sitting at the bus stop, twiddling my swollen thumbs wondering if that dang bus is ever gonna come back and rescue me from my plight. Plight may seem like a strong word to some but...you get the idea. Suffice it to say that, in dramatic summary, that is why you've not seen my kisser on this blog since about 23 weeks or so. Oh and don't get me wrong. I'm proud. Probably more proud than I've ever been in my body and what it's been able to accomplish. I'm just not willing to plaster it all over cyber space for some poor soul to stumble upon it. Oh alright. I'm just kidding-mostly. That won't really deter me from posting another belly pic soon. But in all seriousness, I still pinch myself daily, eagerly anticipating the birth of our first daughter. I look at her baby clothes in awe. I've never seen anything so pink. So cute. So...girly. Keep in mind I've been surrounded by ALL MALE the last 5+ years or so and I wouldn't exactly consider myself the "phoo-phoo" girl, know what I mean? It will definitely be a welcome change in this house. I'm super excited and I submit to you that these last 7 months of mostly hardship (and please don't chalk me up to just being vain...it's not only been in the looks department-TRUST ME) have been completely worth it. I had my GD test the other day and am so looking forward to my RoGam shot in the tush this week (not like I shouldn't be used to it with 5 previous pregnancies in my reproductive history). So...what else to report? My youngest, my baby...is turning 2 this Tuesday. WHOA. Where has the time gone? Scary thought. In other news, if you haven't already heard...Obama is president-elect. This scares the crap out of me. But not in a total freak-out, live in a hole, run for your lives he's going to eat your children fear. God is ultimately in control and I find peace in that. Still...the wheels are turning. So basically, that's really all people. No grand eloquence. No wisdom from Mommy Rader. Raw honesty maybe. But that doesn't surprise me these days. You? And with all that said, looks like I've nothing left to do at the moment but leave my readers so that I may eagerly whittle another notch in the pregnancy belt as I count down my remaining 12 weeks (do I hear 10 people???). I've a lot to do yet before the baby arrives as I've done NOTHING nor bought ANYTHING for her as of yet. It is my prayer that as I seek to enjoy these last few months-cherish them really, that God would impart on me a spirit of wisdom, endurance, peace and kindness. For I know all too well how quickly this time may pass and I don't want to be so caught up in the end result (as I so often am) and miss the blessings I have now. A healthy pregnancy and baby on the way among so many other things. And I will leave my eager readers with that tiny glimpse into the soul. Until next time...