22 weeks, 3 days, and it's Christmas Eve

I love being pregnant. I have my moments, to be sure, of less than stellar behavior. My anxiety can lift it's head over the smallest things and then we all have to get very serious, very quickly. But really, those moments are few. Mostly, I'm tickled pink by every little thing she does.

That's right. A she! We're having a girl!

I can honestly say that I would have been ecstatic with either. And so I am.

She kicks and twirls. She's getting bigger and stronger and I am getting rounder every day. It's the most joyful thing.

We're staying home for Christmas, then flying home to see family on the 27th. We're having snacks and hot cocoa and watching movies tonight. Then a big breakfast, a few small gifts, and Juno tomorrow. Quiet. Warm. Lovely.

My head spins with how much I want to show her. And how I can't wait to meet her. We are going to have so much fun.

Contradicting all of this "fun-ness" may be my grinch-like attitude toward Christmas shopping this year. It's grossing me out in a big way. The commercials, the imperative to spend spend spend, the waste. It's all so forced and crazed...we pulled ourselves out of it this year, spending our money on traveling home instead of buying gifts, and I think that is the new way to go. There is a twinge of guilt for not buying gifts for the masses that are our families, but there is so much more relief.

We're focusing on the smaller things. Each other and this baby turning in my belly. That's more than enough.