The end is the beginning

Here I am, 26 days from my December due date and I realized that my other blog (onelittlesumner.blogspot.com) has focused entirely on the beauty of pregnancy without really tapping into the extraordinary fear of the unknown that I, as a mom-to-be, am becoming intimately familiar with. We tried for a year to get pregnant before being blessed with the little life that's growing inside me, but...holy cow...there's a little life growing INSIDE me!!! So, now that I'm almost at the end of this 40 week journey (I still don't know if it's really 9 or 10 months...anybody?), I know that it's really just the beginning of a new lifelong story that's been written already by an awesome God and I get to experience it one day at a time.

As poetic as that may sound, what you don't see are my three chins, my butt that's as big as my pregnant belly, and the leaks on my shirt when my milk ducts decide it's time to practice for labor-day. This blog is not intended to beautify or bash pregnancy or motherhood (one of which I have yet to finish, and the other of which I have yet to start). It's really just my experience with both that will hopefully let other moms and moms-to-be know that they're not alone. Sure, there's Babycenter and TheBump, but in my book those don't hold a candle to sharing why we as women sometimes just feel inept, scared, passionate, and strong all at the same time.

So, comment away, let me know what you think and share your own experiences because I know they says it takes a village to raise a child, but I think it really takes a village to raise a mom. This is my village, and I might stand as an island of one for a while, but I have faith that I'm not the only person who doesn't know what the heck she's doing.