Something about GIANT BEASTS

I have this continual problem of grossly underestimating the strain of something on another thing.  (How's that for vague?  Ha.)  But, in all seriousness, I have 6 posts in "draft" mode - like Part 2 of You Are Not A Slut : Women Empowering Women (You can read Part 1 here.)  So, where in holy Hannah Montana are these posts?  Well, hmm... see-- we moved this past weekend.  And this move happens to make itself into the "things I've underestimated as to straining of other things" category.

We moved from one city in Iowa to another.  Not a big deal, right?  Apparently moving an entire household, while 35 weeks pregnant takes a lot more than I had assumed it would, and alas, find myself insanely exhausted by the end of the day.  I am embarrassed to admit (but also not as bothered by this as I typically would be) that I haven't written a single word (creatively that is) in almost 2 weeks.

Did I forget to mention that I have a rare condition in which my baby is a giant beast?   If you are good at connecting the dots, if baby is a giant beast that means I am also a giant beast.  (Really, I'm not making this up: it's called polyhydramnios.)  At my 34 week check-up, my OB measured my stomach and let me know that I in fact was measuring 43 weeks (which explains the 'Oh!  You must be ready to pop!' comments I hear about 45 times a day.)  This fact caused her a bit of distress, so she sent me straight to ultrasound to measure my little giant peanut.  Yep, she was measuring 3 weeks ahead and was already a whopping 7 pounds.  Did I mention I still have a month left of this pregnancy?

All I can focus on is trying to get this house unpacked, taking care of my children (while constantly out of breath and, well, slightly really freaking irritable: YAY HORMONES!), and not trying to stress myself out that something may be wrong with my giant beautiful daughter.

So, I promise that I will post these 6 drafts soon.  I've got baby brain like crazy.  And, since I'm super attractive right now, can I get the beautiful people pass?

"Behind every great...."

The common saying goes something like this...

Behind every great man is a great woman.

But, you know what?  What about the women?  This is the age of equality, isn't it?  Partnership?  I have to say, behind every great woman is a great man.

I've realized the love I receive from my husband is incredible.  He puts up with so much from me, but his love never falters.

He's loved me through depression.

He's loved me through crazy.  Not just crazy, CRAZY CRAZY.

He's loved me through fat.

He's loved me through self-doubt.

He's loved me through atheism.

He's loved me when the last person I loved was myself.

He's the first person who has stood by me through thick and thin, with a love that doesn't love only when it's convenient.  He's picked me up when I've been a pile of tears sobbing on the bathroom floor, so full of doubt, fear, and self-hate.

His support is a constant in my life-- he has my best interest at heart all of the time.  He isn't afraid to tell me things that might upset me, because he knows that my personal growth is more important than any reactions he may initial receive from me.  He always speaks the truth.

He's always on my side.

I would not be the woman and mother I am today without the man behind me, the man beside me, my husband, Garrett.