Week 22! Holy cow!!!

Yesterday I was lying in bed and I could literally watch her kick her little foot (or elbow, who knows) into different spots on my belly. It was crazy! Then she stuck her back into the front of my belly and just wiggled and stretched there for awhile. Luke put his hand on her and he could feel her little wiggly body going everywhere. She amazes me already!

I also have an interview on Monday in Myrtle Beach! I'm not posting this one on the book of face because it seems like I get all excited when I do that only to be very let down afterwards. This is a retail-ish job, I think, not really sure but it's with a company that I think I would very much enjoy working for. We'll see how it goes. On the bright side, the manager that called me seemed extremely nice and really peppy so that always helps with any job. 

We've got today and tomorrow left in Asheville and then it's "Sianara sucka!" I am thrilled to be moving on and starting over. Like, beyond thrilled. Of course there are some emo parts, like leaving behind family but we're moving to the beach, the beach. It's not like we won't be visited.  In the meantime I am looking forward to seeing my long lost best sisteriend (best friend/sister), spending half a day at Ikea, and our very first baby shower! SO MUCH TO LOOK FORWARD TO! 

I will leave you with this quote on pregnancy from my new favorite blog in the entire world (I literally sat in my bed and laughed until I cried reading this thing!)

The Pregnant Chicken

(the following is from an article written for new Dads)

4. Don't ask "What's for Dinner" If everyone in the house is alive when you get home that's a successful day. My friend's husband asked her why dinner wasn't ready because "she'd been sitting at home all day doing nothing". If you ask "What's for dinner?" the answer will be "Your left testicle". Eat cereal, order take-out or drink pumped breastmilk. Your choice.

 Bahahaha, now glean what you will from this and go enjoy the day!

Train of thought... derailed.

Week 20. Whoa.

I've been thinking back on the amount of time I've been pregnant so far, and how it has absolutely flown by and I know that the next 20 weeks will probably go by even faster.

In the past 20 weeks I have discovered a little life growing inside me. I have seen pictures of her developing body, I have learned that it is a her, I have felt her kick and squirm on the inside, and I have watched my own body make room for her to grow. It's been nothing short of miraculous. I have also left the security of a steady job. Said goodbye to friends and teachers, people that I have looked up to and others that have looked up to me. I have found that as much as I want to love Asheville I just can't seem to find a place to fit in. I have learned that my husband is reliable, that he really is my best friend. I've learned that it's ok to enjoy reading blogs and not have to keep up with my own. I've learned that sometimes growing requires painful changes.

This week my Mom got a job. A fabulous knock-your-socks-off job. And she deserves it. My Dad also decided to retire from his, a job he has held for 26 years. Talk about some inspiration. They both took a step of faith and decided he would retire and she would put out her resume. They prayed about it and here they are in a very short time with her new knock-your-socks-off job. I'm impressed and so very proud.

I'm still searching for a job. After giving up on the Asheville jobs and moving on to Myrtle Beach, the prospects looked good. I've had two fabulous interviews, one is "still searching" and the other turned out to be a scam. A very pretty, well packaged scam, but a scam none the less. And when said "scam" didn't call me back for the second part of the package? Well, I should have counted my blessings and moved on but instead I sobbed over how I can't even get a scam to call me back. Dumb, I know. But when you've been looking for a job for awhile it starts to get personal. I feel like no one wants me. Throw in some pregnancy hormones and you've got a full fledged sobbing fest. Poor Luke.

So this is a new week. Week 21! Amelia's got some growing to do and so do I. Here's to new opportunities and big adventures coming up!