Its been an interesting year. One where I learned a lot about myself and my body. In a month or so, I will be giving birth to a baby boy, a brand new human. What a sense of responsibility that seems. On some level, being pregnant for nine months seems like a long time; on another level, it seems totally appropriate to be pregnant for that long. I don't exactly feel ready but I do feel more prepared and accepting of the fact that a little guy is coming to live at the Jones Cottage. I'm comforted by the love and support we have from our families and the people in our lives.
Speaking of families...it's amazing how many people come from crappy families. We've never been rich money wise but the older I get, the more I realize just how rich my family really is; how rare it is for a family to honestly like each other and want to spend time together. And, I've never felt like it was pushed. It just seemed to happen. I can only hope we can continue that with the future generations. To help them develop their own family connections, whatever that may be.
As I've traveled this path of pregnancy, I've come to realize that my child will not have the same kind of childhood that I had and that's okay. I used to think that if I couldn't give my child the same experiences as I had then I didn't want to have children. Now, I realize that the experiences will be different, they have to be, but maybe/hopefully they will be rich experiences filled with love and the outdoors just as mine were. It's okay and probably better that they will be different. Things have to change and evolve...the world isn't what it was when I was a kid and I can't expect that it should be. We'll just have to see where the adventure takes us next!
PS. In case you couldn't tell....I love my family very much!!!!