It's a...BABY!

So we announced our Big News about Baby on Facebook on Sunday. It was exciting to see how many people were excited for us and shared congratulatory wishes and such. 

And yet...

Part of me still is conflicted about putting it out there. I know - it's weird. But life is bigger than anything social media can truly capture so why spend so much time and effort living life through there instead of enjoying it? 

I chose not to put it on there for so long because there's an odd amount of stress involved in making sure the announcement was "cute" enough without being over-the-top or obnoxious. At first I thought I wanted to do something with the dogs, but that made me cringe just imagining the effort of getting all three of them to cooperate for something of that magnitude. I definitely wanted it to be something fitting for Tim and I, not just an idea copied from Pinterest or a picture of our ultrasound. Hard to pinpoint something to blast out to the public when you are a couple of introverts like us, though, who aren't keen on being the center of attention. 

The whole ultrasound photo thing works for some people, but not for me. Sharing some of the first precious photos we have of our baby - and the insides of my uterus - somehow made me sad. We've shared them with family and friends, of course, but I don't feel the need to project Baby (or aforementioned uterus) to the world. I mean, if you want to see the pics, by all means ask me because my baby is stinking adorable already. I'm just not going to be making it a Facebook thing. It's right for some people, but not for me. 

There's something to be said for experiencing the joy of our first child. We're never going to have a first child again, and I don't regret savoring the experience. We took a little bit of time before we even shared with anyone that we were having a baby, and we took a day after finding out if it's a boy or girl before we told our family. We're so thankful for the way our family has been supportive of us and those choices even when some of the waiting has been downright torture for them. Tim and I having some of that time to celebrate just the two of us has been special. It's such a blessing to be a mommy and a daddy, and it's been special to have some time to celebrate being parents without the world stepping into our bubble all the time. I imagine that's how it's going to be for the rest of our lives with this kid, really.

I'm sure I'll share some pictures of our little one along the way because I'm already a proud dog momma that subjects everyone to how adorable my dogs are - and I didn't even have to grow them for nine months! But at the same time, I'm not going to stress if I don't get pictures on Facebook, and I'm not going to be offended if people ask me for pictures if I don't put them up. I'm just going to savor my (growing) family and try to bask in blessings of being a wife and a mommy. 

Some days it seems like September is coming way too quickly while other days it's not coming fast enough. We're so excited, and we're excited for the people who are excited with and for us. We're excited for the adventures and stories to come and rock our world. 

Um, is this thing on?

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I confess, Mrs. Doubtfire is one of my all-time favorite movies, and this is one of my all-time favorite parts. If you could see how often this part pops into my head, well, you'd see it's there a lot. 

Anyways. 

It's been over a year, my friends. 

A YEAR. 

That seems hideous coming from the same person who once blogged (almost) every day for a whole year. Atrocious, even. But here we are. Back again. Older and (maybe) wiser. The beginning of a new decade is upon me, and new adventures await. 

Truth: I still like coming back to read through the old bloggy blog now and then. It helps me remember life's twists and turns that have brought me to Here and Now. It's full of little things I'd long forgotten. Sure, some of the things I'd love to go back and smack some sense into myself for, but they still helped shape me. Other things I completely forgot about until I read them again. I captured a lot of memories here and am so grateful for that. 

Truth: I feel like in letting myself get away from blogging that I've lost some of those moments forever that would bring me joy and thanksgiving to come back and read about down the road. That makes me really sad. Sure, some things I write about in my actual journal, but not always. I approach a journal differently than my blog in that I'm more of a chronicler in my blog (read: less of an emotional mess person). 

Truth: There are many things that are happening that I don't want to miss later. I want to savor the magic that's happening Here and Now. Maybe some people want to enjoy that magic with me and follow along on my blog. Great! May nobody wants to read it. That's cool too! But I don't want to stop recording these things completely. 

So here I am. 

I can't promise I'll stick with this. I can't promise I'll even stay blogging here instead of moving somewhere else to blog. But I can promise to make more of an effort. 

My twenties are done and over with. My thirties are here, and I hear they'll stick around for a bit. I'm only five days in, but it feels good here. I think we'll get along, the thirties and me. Why not capture some of the awesomeness so that way later I can marvel over this decade as I welcome the next one? Sounds like a plan to me. 

So here we go. Let's see where this journey leads.