Well, today I am twenty-six weeks pregnant. That means in a few weeks I'll be in my Third and Final Trimester! Okay, so everyone says that's when things start getting miserable, but I'm still excited. It means that I'm closer to being done. :) I really always thought I would love being pregnant; its such a beautiful and perfect thing. Until you're the one who's stomach is triple its normal size, with weight gain constantly adding up and stupid restrictions that make you more angry than anything. I'm all for making the Baby as healthy as possible, and I've tried really hard to cut back on everything I'm supposed to. But man, will I be glad when I can have a glass of white wine and some sushi rolls. I'm tired of being tired, and these Braxton Hicks are not only beginning to hurt, but they're getting really old really fast. The good news?

I'm healthy, Baby is healthy. My Doctors appointment is next week (SO excited) and I'm doing my Glucose Test (not so excited about that). We're really praying I pass that, partially so that I won't have to take another three hour test (oh the horror) and partially because that means Baby and I have almost no risks at all through the next few months.

I've gotten addicted to this message board on babycenter.com with other women who are due the same month I am. I guess its just nice to go through all this stuff with other people, some of them are fairly experienced at being pregnant, and some of them know even less than I do. :) There have been a few premature babies born already, and all but two or three have made it. The most recent one was actually a still-birth, and I just cannot imagine how awful that would be. I know that a lot of time when babies are born so early they have a lot of development problems, but at least they're alive. I feel so attached to this little one already, and I know Matthew does too. I just, I can't imagine the feeling of someone telling you... of knowing that this little baby who you have come to know and love and cherish more than anything else in this world won't be around to grow up and enjoy your love. My heart breaks for those women, to go this long in a pregnancy and then lose it.

This baby is the most important thing in my life, it will change everything when it arrives. Heck, its already changed everything! I honestly just want my baby to be healthy and happy, to have a good life with a good family and a good education. I want the best for this little being. Everyone says that when you have children everything changes, and I'm sure I'll understand my parents even more after this little one arrives. But even now, I see what they mean. Nothing else matters anymore except my family. I've wasted so much time on stupid little things, I feel like I'm finally seeing a bigger picture.

I'm going to be a mom. :) I hope I'm as great as my mom was, I hope our home is just as welcoming and loving and a nurturing environment, like my home life was. I hope I succeed and I hope my child succeeds.