Walk It Up

Last year, I walked six miles for March of Dimes. For Beth. For James & Jake. I did it with a big pregnant belly in front me and an ice pack on my back.

My sciatica was so bad. I probably shouldn't have walked that far, but yet, I couldn't imagine not walking. Aside from the sciatica, I had no other problems. I was healthy and pregnant and able to walk six miles without worrying about pre-term labor. I know that I'm blessed with healthy pregnancies and healthy babies. I know this, and so, I treasured every moment.

So many women aren't as lucky as me, though, and so, I walked for them. I will walk again this year, without the back pain and the [glorious, beautiful] belly in front of me, but with the same knowledge in my heart about how lucky I am, how blessed I am, and how if I could, I would give everyone the same pregnancy and birth experience as me.

I can't, though, and so I walk. If you can afford it, even the smallest donation would make a difference. If you live in the area, come out and walk with us. It'll be a beautiful day, I promise.