20 down, 20 to go!

So as you might be able to tell, I've tried to change the way the blog looks. My lovely and talented cousin Ashley designed a new header for me which I've unsuccessfully posted and managed to cut off. Here I thought I was hot stuff because I added a widget the other day (the creepy looking baby floating in the bubble telling you how many days left until Pat's debut) but I guess I'm not so hot after all. I can't even figure out how to add people's blogs on the side. Don't worry Pat, I'm sure you'll be brilliant.

Well, today marks the middle of the pregnancy and I'm celebrating with a root beer. Even though we got the green light on sushi, soft cheeses, deli meat, mountain biking, wine, and the occasional doobie (just making sure you're with me) from our mid-wife, the only thing I've felt like participating in is mountain biking and low sodium turkey from the Harmon's deli. We went out for sushi a couple of months ago and I ate a bowl of rice, miso soup, and salad. Sushi just didn't sound, smell, or look that appealing. The only cheese I can stand these days is cheddar. And I've had a grand total of 3 glasses of wine since April 25. But root beer? Oh, I can drink that and Coke with ease and reckless abandon.

Anyway, back to being at the half-way mark. A friend asked me yesterday if I was wishing that time would speed up so I could hold Pat in my arms. And I hate to admit this but I'm glad for the 40 weeks. I'm actually in no rush to meet Pat. Does that make me a bad mother already? Please don't call the DCFS (US equivalent to Children's Aid Society for all my Canadians) on me just yet. There's still so much to do before Pat's triumphant entry into our life. Not only doing away with our 70's love fest basement and moving the office downstairs, or getting Pat's room ready, but there's all the sleep I need to catch up on before sleep is robbed from me for the rest of my life. And all the books I need to read on sleep training. And all the impromptu scooter rides, hikes, trips to the Farmers Market, trips to see friends and family, and whatever else we do that we won't be able to do, or do as easily, once Pat arrives. So, judge me if you want, but I'm not ready for Pat, even after all the months of crying and heartbreak because there was no Pat. And if all of my reasons aren't enough, Pat's only the size of a banana right now...far too small to take the world by storm. And so, I will probably drink another root beer tonight to celebrate the half way mark and reflect on the last 20 weeks. And then I might have a real beer in anticipation of the next 20 weeks (and what's coming after that).