I’ve been wrong a lot in my life.  I’ve thought that people I dated were “the one” which was quickly obliterated once I actually did find THE one.  I’ve thought that career paths I’ve gone down would be the thing I want to pursue, only to find out that it’s the opposite of that.  And I used to think that being skinny was the only way that one could be pretty.

And then I got pregnant.

Now it’s been a hard road, one you can read more about here, to getting to 27 weeks pregnant today.  I’ve gone through ups and downs in my weight, in my self-image, and in my confidence.  I’ve fought morning sickness, pregnancy-induced carpel tunnel syndrome, and a slew of other things that (for embarrassment’s sake) I won’t mention here.  And yes, there are times where I want to chop off all my hair, dye it platinum blonde, and go on a long run all in the name of feeling “normal” again.  But once that little boy moves inside of me, once my husband looks at my pregnant body with complete and total admiration, and once I see myself in the mirror with my belly in my hands – it all changes.

I feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.  I feel like a superhero.

And I’m reminded why it’s usually OK for me to be wrong.