Blogging is awkward....okay maybe not.

Just taken my next to last malaria pill (yeah, I went to Haiti. Tune into an upcoming edition of my hometown newspaper, The Courier) and I'm seriously considering flushing the last one down the toilet. It is the only thing holding me back from trying to get pregnant. That and a month long better-safe-than-sorry precautionary malaria pill free wait. I'm chomping at the bit. I have been with my more than perfect husband (no, really it's true. People should be jealous. I'm not just being one of those mushy people who post how great their significant other is on things like facebook when really they have split up time and time again and haven't had sex in months. Mr. H is the real deal. More on that later. I could go on all day) for 7 years now, married for almost one. I have been dreaming of our someday conception since the beginning of time it feels like.

I have my nursery planned, names narrowed down, maternity portrait poses decided upon, pregnancy announcement thought out....I'm ready. Just the waiting game. I hope that I can blog faithfully throughout this process and then my baby will have it forever and always know how much I longed for/prayed for/responsibly waited for him or her.  Let's all cross our fingers and toes this doesn't become an infertility blog. I'll die y'all. Not to mention I'm a nurse in The Women's Center at the hospital I work at.....can you say potential infertility torture? I have had infertility phobia for years now, I'm a 3rd generation worry wart. Worrying is my nature. I'm also worried I'll drown on my best friend's bachelorette party/float trip. There now maybe that I have said it out loud I have somehow decreased the likelihood of it happening. Isn't that how it works? Hope so.

But on a positive note, blogging isn't as hard as I thought. Just start typing and it's like keyboard therapy. No one may ever read. Alot of people may read. Either way it's pretty relaxing. Who doesn't like to talk about themselves anyway?

I can't decide when I want to let people read this. Maybe when I am actually pregnant. Or maybe next week, patience isn't soemthing the Good Lord blessed me with, that's for sure. So we will see. I'm gonna try to keep this to myself for just a little while.
In closing, here is lookin at you son or daughter I hope to be carrying soon (insert favorite baby name choices here, ones that I dare only to share with my closest friends. The ones I am positive won't steal them. I also have an extra loathing for copy cats. Man I have alot of quirks, but it's not my fault. My childhood was somewhat emotionally traumatic.) Okay I'm really going to quit typing now. Really. Like now. Ready go. 1 2 3. Stop.