Man, I’m really letting this blog go.

I feel like Facebook and Instagram have made it so easy to publish posts that I never want to show up here anymore because it requires a little more effort.

And the longer I’ve been away, the harder it is to come back because how do you convey ALL that has happened in one single post?

You just can’t.

So, if you don’t already follow me on Facebook and Instagram, that’s where I do most of my posting.

If you DO already follow me on those platforms and/or know me in real life, you know that there’s a baby on the way and Ankur and I are about to step into new roles.

Some days, I’m like, “Duh. Made for this shit.”

And, other days (like this morning), I think things like, “OMG. THIS IS HAPPENING. I CAN’T REVERSE IT NOW.”

But, mostly, I’m grateful for this new adventure we’re about to go on. And even more grateful that I have an incredible partner to do this with.

I’ve been wanting to keep track of all the little things I’ve thought about throughout this pregnancy. I wanted to document the aversions, the cravings, all the teeny-tiny things that have made up these past six months.

I have a little keepsake binder that my mom-in-law got me and a journal that my brothers and sisters got me, but I’ve been trying to fill them out at the end of the day when I get into bed. Which means I write for about 2 minutes before my head falls into the pillow and I’m out for the night.

But, here’s a very general update.

I stopped drinking coffee. Not because I’m worried about the caffeine, but because I had a strong aversion to it during first trimester and then never bothered to pick it up again.

I ALWAYS want frozen yogurt, pineapple, and Diet Coke (don’t come at me with your lectures on why soda is bad, please and thank you).

I didn’t REALLY have morning sickness. Just a mild level of nausea that could easily be fixed by a bagel. Or bread. Or crackers. Pretty much, any and all carbs. Some people suggested that I was showing a lot during my first trimeter. To which I said, ‘Baby is the size of a poppyseed. What you’re seeing is the zillions of bagels I’ve eaten.’

I’m now about to enter into the third trimester and I’m feeling good. I feel normal again. The fatigue and nausea are long gone. I’ve embraced the maternity pants. And, what’s even better is that I’m now feeling this little boy kick, kick, kick. Every morning and every night. And it’s the most magical feeling in the world.

Hopefully, I’ll continue to come back here and update the blog with all these little details that I hope to remember forever. I feel forever grateful that I get to experience this. And in constant awe of what this body of mine can do.