Jon and I are now moved in to our new apartment. We live in the village, something I'm not accustomed too, so the many sirens and traffic have been an adjustment. I am quickly feeling at home in this cozy 2 bedroom apartment. We live in a giant 200 year old house that has been separated in to 4 different apartments. My favorite part is the giant windows in each of the bedrooms. The amount of light in this apartment is serious. I love sunlight!
Baby is doing good. We are approximately 166 more days from meeting our little creation. It's insane how quickly the days pass and the days turn in to weeks. I am 16 weeks and 3 days today. Only 1.5 weeks from finding out whether our baby is a boy or girl. Part of me wonders how i'll feel when I find out the big news. Laying in that sonogram room is definitely something. With a shaky father next to me holding my hand and a strange but usually polite nurse spreading freezing jelly all over my stomach. I can't help but feel nervous. I have never liked doctors and seeing how I'm pregnant...I get the honor of meeting one once a month.
Well now that life has sort of settled in to a groove, I've found my footing and am starting to enjoy married life. Getting used to living with someone has been...interesting. I've always been a firm believer that waiting to live with your husband is essential. Many people believe that you should live with the person to kind of test them out. I always used to protest that and say there is nothing that he does that will be that big of a deal breaker. I think God has blessed with me to sticking to my guns because my husband has proved to be a pretty easy guy to live with. If you ignore the constant trail he leaves behind him and the dirty socks all over our bedroom...he's a peach! Yeah, there is a little bit of sarcasm there...
In all honesty, it's true that living with someone is a challenge and yeah, I could have tested him out and picked out all of the terrible, awful things he does that drive me nuts but thats not what a relationship or marriage is about. It's about focusing on the things that I love. Like for instance, the fact that he kisses me goodbye even though i'm sleeping before he leaves for work. (or rather when I'm pretending to sleep...) Or the way he sits on the couch when he watches t.v, with his arm resting behind his head and a thousand pillows behind his back. Or maybe the fact we have 6 things of juicy juice in our fridge at all times. Yeah, I could have picked out all those irritating things he does, but I would have missed all the wonderful things that he does, that makes him, him.
This apartment has character and is becoming a cozy home for the start of our new life together. Every morning I wake up and feel more and more at home. I thank God for the strength he gave me through these last few weeks and I know he will provide in the weeks to come. To see where life has taken me is a blessing, and I can't wait to see all the sights as we continue to venture down this road.
Well now that life has sort of settled in to a groove, I've found my footing and am starting to enjoy married life. Getting used to living with someone has been...interesting. I've always been a firm believer that waiting to live with your husband is essential. Many people believe that you should live with the person to kind of test them out. I always used to protest that and say there is nothing that he does that will be that big of a deal breaker. I think God has blessed with me to sticking to my guns because my husband has proved to be a pretty easy guy to live with. If you ignore the constant trail he leaves behind him and the dirty socks all over our bedroom...he's a peach! Yeah, there is a little bit of sarcasm there...
In all honesty, it's true that living with someone is a challenge and yeah, I could have tested him out and picked out all of the terrible, awful things he does that drive me nuts but thats not what a relationship or marriage is about. It's about focusing on the things that I love. Like for instance, the fact that he kisses me goodbye even though i'm sleeping before he leaves for work. (or rather when I'm pretending to sleep...) Or the way he sits on the couch when he watches t.v, with his arm resting behind his head and a thousand pillows behind his back. Or maybe the fact we have 6 things of juicy juice in our fridge at all times. Yeah, I could have picked out all those irritating things he does, but I would have missed all the wonderful things that he does, that makes him, him.
This apartment has character and is becoming a cozy home for the start of our new life together. Every morning I wake up and feel more and more at home. I thank God for the strength he gave me through these last few weeks and I know he will provide in the weeks to come. To see where life has taken me is a blessing, and I can't wait to see all the sights as we continue to venture down this road.
