It's 1:47am in the morning. After staring at the wall for half an hour, I decided to get up and start working on paperwork for the next day. This of course, happened after I finished cleaning the house, vacuuming the rug, mopping the floors, scrubbing the stove, wiping the microwave and doing the laundry. I don't consider this being part of my ‘nesting' mode (A period pregnant women go through to prepare for her baby's arrival) – I consider tonight more of “I need to gain control of my space” because I know these next few weeks will be a crazy ride.

This is my last month pregnant.

I am really hard on myself…actually, incredibly hard. Here I am, 33 weeks pregnant, still trying to get 8 things done in one hour while carrying a teething baby and talking on the phone. On Sunday night I missed my nonprofit's Parent Transformation boot camp. While I was fatigued from working that afternoon, I still managed to put on my gear to get to Sac State that evening….until my fitness coordinator called and asked if I'm coming? Surprised, I tell her I'm running a little late, but then she tells me the class is close to ending.

I don't like being around my computer.

That's probably the first reason why I haven't been updating this site regularly. An underlying reason behind that demise is how busy I've been - it seems the last thing I want to do after a long working day running around exhausted with a 13 month old baby and a big belly is to get on my laptop knowing that Christian will start hanging on my leg whining for attention after a five minute period.

At the end of the day when I put him to sleep is usually my opportunity for some deep reflection but I often tend to close my eyes and wake up eight hours later wondering where the night went.   Right now it's Wednesday morning and as usual, I have my list of things to do written down on a journal beside me.

I have 10 more weeks left …I can't believe it! The baby loves to wake me up at night and move rapidly inside my belly. Christian often grabs my tummy and notices its large appearance. I feel excited, anxious and nervous about the birth of our son Nicholas…but my most overriding feeling is the need to settle all my projects before he arrives.

In a few hours I'm attending a Fitness without Border's board meeting where we will be discussing a large, upcoming jog-a-thon fundraiser in late April as well as current school programs.

“The unexamined life is not worth living.”  - Socrates

We attended the “Walk for Life” in San Francisco this past weekend. It was wet, cold and crowded. But regardless of the turbulent weather, we marched with courage and utmost conviction.

Years ago, a couple friends told me that stating my beliefs would polarize many of my readers. After all, the topic of abortion creates a lot of moral debate.

I am so tired. I am now in the third and last trimester of my pregnancy and am seriously wondering where the time has gone. I've been so incredibly busy…sometimes I feel annoyed, fatigued…even resentful. Somehow I feel like I should be enjoying prenatal pedicures and spending hours laying in bed talking to my belly. Sometimes I wish I had time to spend hours shopping for cute newborn outfits or hunting for a great maternity dress.

Last week, I was very excited when my middle school program, Tri(y!) Falcons 4 Fitness was featured in the city paper. Today we were confirmed to appear on the television show, Good Day Sacramento, on Monday! It feels so rewarding to receive public awareness and applause on a project I've put a lot of personal effort and work into. This is a continuing personal testament that in order to see results physically, personally or professionally, you must have faith, commitment and work ethic. Your every day small acts will one day accumulate to one ‘big act'…and right now, I'm feasting on the fruits of my labor.

Very exciting.

I cry every year on my birthday. I don't know why. It's not because I'm getting older – or that I'm not happy. I guess I cry because it is a yearly reminder that life is changing. When I was younger my biggest fear was watching my parents grow old. I didn't want to leave the security of my childhood home…with all my siblings, pets and school routines.