Wishing I was knocked up...

Big Preggers and Super Happy!

I just read another blog update where the author is pregnant. I have to admit that I am a bit jealous... I know that I shouldn't be and trust me my jealousy does not mean that I am anything but happy for her, I love it when good natured people make babies but I sure do wish I was knocked up too.

Have I mentioned that I wanted Irish Twins? Do you know what that is? Irish twins are a set of siblings that are under a year apart in age. I wanted a set and have officially passed the point of being able to get one for Clark. I have not passed the point of wanting to get pregnant. Every single time I see a pregnant person my uterus screams, “ME TOO, ME TOO,  I WANT TO BE KNOCKED UP TOO!” I know that I will get pregnant with my second child exactly when I am supposed to, that God will provide us that joy when the time is right. We got Clark when we were supposed to and the next baby will come the same way but man oh man did I love being pregnant.

After Luxembourg kicked my booty

As far as not being pregnant goes, well I did get to go on a run today and I am drinking a nice cold beer right now so I guess I don’t have much to complain about.

This weekend’s ½ marathon is quickly approaching and for the first time I am afraid that I am not prepared. I know that I ran farther during the training period for this ½ than I did for the first one that I ever ran (Luxembourg) but for some reason I am more nervous about this one than I was that first one. I don’t know if it is because I actually know how far we have to go and how painful it could turn out or if I am just being a worry wart. Hopefully it will all turn out well. Time will tell…