Sharing the news...

So here I am, all alone, riding the train from San Diego to Los Angeles, 12 weeks pregnant. I am watching the California coast go by as the sun slowly sets and I feel pure joy right now. In the past I have felt shackled to this growing being inside of me - fearful of the life I might fuck up (or not), but right now, this very moment - I am so ecstatic, I think I may start tearing but let's leave the daytime drama out of this. Despite being alone, I feel freer than I ever have and happy that I am bringing a life into this world. Someone that I can love, hold, and teach to love life as much as I do. The past twelve weeks of vomiting my guts up seems almost worth it.

I've never been to California before much less traveling alone across the country without my husband and pregnant - but I'm really glad despite my whining and freaking out before my trip that I decided to do this.

I think I'm falling in love with California. I don't know why. I mean there's nothing like New York but the weather and that ocean! That ocean makes it all so worth it.

I hope this lil one feels all my happiness right now.