Whew

I am now 8 months pregnant. It feels like it has been a year.
I had a bit of a meltdown the other night about wanting to be 'thin' (meaning just a single unit really...) and not be a big fat pregnant bride. I struggle with feeling like no man deserves to have a woman whose ankles are twice their normal size and who cant control the urge to pee on their wedding night.
I confessed these insecurities to Ben, and he understood and is very accepting of it all. Every now and then he will grab my tummy or back fat... and I'm sure hes thinking that he misses my sexy 20 year old body he once knew. But he definitely makes me feel like the sexiest girl on earth.. even if my mind gets to be too much for my emotions.

I feel at home in Kits finally!
This week is going to be very full of adventure! and next weekend I get to spend at Camp cleaning!!! woooot ;)