It's been one year, almost to the day, since I've blogged a thing. That's crazy! I guess I'll attribute that to a year of raising preschoolers, working part time, trying to run a business, leading a small group, volunteering at church, trying to cling to sanity, etc, etc.
For the last few weeks I've been wanting to hop back in to bloggy land. And I've had high hopes of coming up with some sort of a weekly blog, chronicling the journey of this pregnancy. I'm 9 weeks, so that obviously hasn't happened. But now's as good a time as ever to start, and we'll see if I can keep it up.
Adam and I started "trying" in August. That's always been a funny term to me - "trying" - because it's such a nice way of saying what's actually going on. Anyway, this was a year after our original plan of having a third child because we sort of chickened out last year. It only took us about 2 months to get pregnant, but for some reason those 2 months were torture for me. Each time it became obvious I wasn't pregnant I freaked and was was sure God wasn't going to allow me to have any more children. Somewhere in my crazy, self-critical mom mind I had convinced myself that I was doing a terrible job with my twins and God wasn't going to subject any more kids to my care. Silly, I know. I have no idea how people go through the "trying" period for very long. Those very short 2 months which felt like an eternity to me gave me a much deeper level of compassion and empathy for families that try and try for children. I finally had to come to a place where I was completely satisfied with my family and I realized that, even if God chose not to give me any more kids, He had already blessed me beyond belief with the kids I have. And, no, I'm not saying this is the magic tool to get pregnant. I hate when people say stuff like that. Things like, "You won't find a husband until you're completely content in your relationship with Christ." Because, honestly, some of the most content-in-their-relationship-with-God women I know are still single for whatever reason. Who knows why God does what He does?
Ok, enough of that rant. Since I haven't really done a week by week blog thus far, here's a little catch up...
Week 4 - Two pink lines!!! I'm pregnant!
Week 5 - The nausea sets in. Not horrible, just a little in the morning and usually feeling better by the afternoon.
Week 6-8 - The nausea! OH THE NAUSEA!!! It was debilitating and I sort of had to check out of life for a while.
Week 9 - I had my first doctor appointment and, hallelujah, there's only one baby in there. My doctor always does an ultrasound at the first appointment to verify due date and, for me, to see how large our family will be after this pregnancy is over. There is something absolutely breathtaking about seeing that precious little blob of a person, with its tiny heart beating and fluttering like dragonfly wings. At our ultrasound he or she was wiggling around and moving its arms and legs all over the place. At one point, we could even distinguish 5 little fingers. I'm still feeling sick, but I'm slowly reentering society, which has been nice.
So that's where I am at this point, and hopefully I'll be able to keep up a little bit a routine with this blogging thing.
