I should be blogging.
I know it.
You know it.
You keep coming here to check in, only to find the same Thanksgiving pictures. 
I keep coming here to check my pregnancy ticker and find out how many weeks pregnant I am.
Yep, that's right. I use my blog to track my pregnancy. I cannot for the life of me remember how far along I am. During my first pregnancy I could tell you at any second exactly how pregnant I was. Everything was new and fresh.
Here I am five years later and all I know is that I will have a new baby in June. That is my answer when people ask me how far along I am.
"The baby will be here in June"
Not even an exact date. Just the month of June.
It's not that I care less about this pregnancy then any of my others. In fact I may treasure this pregnancy more. This is my last one. In my entire life I will never again have a first trimester and all the "fun" that goes with it. Knowing this makes the joys of pregnancy more joyful and the pains of pregnancy less painful.
But still I don't know how far along I am. I guess I dread counting the days because by counting them I acknowledge that this pregnancy will come to an end and I will be done experiencing the miracle of life inside of me. I will begin experiencing the joys of new life outside of me.
I can wait for that day. I am patient.
Thanks for being patient too.
