Oh, where do I even begin...
Writing posts like these can be so difficult and that's why I usually don't do it, because putting (
meaningful) feelings (
about something other than boots) into words sometimes is virtually impossible. On one hand, your emotions are wonderful and ecstatic and on the other they are just simply terrifying. It's also really scary to be so personal on the internet, but I hope it's worth it for those who may be in, been in, or will be in similar shoes.
So I'll rip it off like a bandaid and then maybe try to explain "where I am"... again, if it's possible.
I'm pregnant.
Hold on, let me try that again....
I'M PREGNANT!!!!
....
and 17 weeks and 3 days to be exact!
I know, I know. I've been holding out on sharing the news for a
LONG time. Though it may have been obvious from my recent absence, if you remember I also went AWOL last year during my first pregnancy. That's half of, well most of, the issue. I know I alluded to it, but I guess I never truly discussed it. Miscarriage sucks.
To save this from becoming a totally depressing post, because I want to stay on the happy thrilled side here, we suffered a loss last year. Days before Christmas. A week before I thought I'd be "safe" to share the news - planned for my Birthday, no less. It was devastating, and I was naive. We had seen the heartbeat twice, yet we still didn't make it past 12 weeks. I was heartbroken, and well just plain broken, for a long
long time.
And then to save you a lot of dirty details from the journey from then to now, we were lucky enough to get a second chance. And while this road is supposed to bring you joy and ear to ear non-stop smiles, and it has, on occasion. It's also brought tears and so many fears. The feeling of constantly holding your breath and waiting for things to "be okay", but the thing you realize after a loss, is that it may never be okay. When you've fallen into that tiny 2% before, you realize you could be on the other side of "that won't happen to us" again at anytime - preterm labor, still born, SIDS, car accident when they are finally old enough to drive - the worrying will never cease. But there is a point where you need to let go and let things be... and that's where I am. (
or trying to be any way).
So here I am. 17 weeks in and finally letting the excitement slowly get to me. We have our big anatomy scan at the end of the month and are going to wait to find out the sex until New Years Day (my birthday). We can't wait to give the Baby a name and not call him/her "it", though right now we call it Bouncer since at one of our many early ultrasounds it was bouncing on the yolk sac like it was an exercise ball. Look at that, already athletic!
I have lots of posts - that I planned in my head, but never wrote - about the nursery progress, the appointments, the cloth diapers, the bump I'm starting to grow and symptoms I've felt. All the usually "pregnant blog" type things. I really hope I can keep the courage to share the experience because I really enjoy reading others stories. At the same time, I'm sure as a reader it will be totally annoying to keep reading me say "IF" and "HOPEFULLY" at the beginning of every sentence, but so far it's a habit I haven't been able to break.
I also should note, I'm not really sure where the direction of this blog will go. Since I haven't been shopping much recently (or if so it's been for totally awesome
J Brand Mama J Maternity Skinny Jeans -LOVE!) which is why I haven't shared sales or wishlists, I'm not sure I'll stick with the routine shopping addict type posts. I know I'll still continue to share my obsessions and pinterest love, obviously our home decor and reno's (since they will be bountiful), but I don't want to go full blown noting every pregnancy/mommy detail either. I think it's something that for right now will just be there... I hope you all stick around for the ride!
And for all of you that still actively follow along - thank you for sticking with me during my absence!