I've been quiet here. Not on purpose, because I've been busy. And not by accident because I wasn't sure what to write. But now I think I can muster up something to explain my absence.
We went on a lovely vacation to Oregon, Chico, CA (and a small part of Washington). It was a wonderful visit with friends and with my husband's family and we didn't want to come home. "Oregon is my jam" was a phrase I wrote on one of my instagram pics and I wasn't lying. But I was very tired on the trip and happily snuggled into my own bed upon our arrival home.
When we were planning our trip, I was eager to get out of town and out of my funk. For months I have been slipping into a semi-depression and I just wanted some new scenery. But a few weeks before we were going to leave I found out some rather shocking news. I was pregnant.
Yep, pregnant and completely shocked, even if we had been trying. I was hanging out with my kids at a cafe while my husband was out of town for a job and something told me to buy a pregnancy test. I had zero symptoms and was only one day late. I didn't even want to waste the energy it would take to drive to the store and buy one but I was compelled by the strange feeling in my gut. I did buy one and waited a couple of hours before testing. Not expecting anything other than that one sad little pink line, I turned away for a minute and then stared back at the test not really believing what I was seeing. In the last 16 months I had only tested a few times. At that point I hadn't tested in months. In that one moment I teared up and called my husband, who probably thought I was crazy.
I was excited and thankful and exhilarated but also very nervous and worried.
And here I am at nearly 12 weeks still very much thankful and very full of joy. So far the pregnancy has been pretty easy. Not too sick, just tired and the biggest problem is that I am eating like a teenager (okay, not quite that bad) but wanting to eat all day. Too bad I'm not craving spinach smoothies...
So there you have it. I had a pleasant shock in late June and I am still on cloud 9.
Baby is due in early March. Baby had a strong heartbeat a month ago and we are hoping to hear more of that beautiful sound tomorrow morning. Thanks to everyone who has sent me good thoughts and/or prayers these last few months. It means so much.
