Earlier this year I poured my heart out and shared with you guys a bit about the challenge and heartbreak my husband and I had been dealing with for a few years concerning infertility.
Infertility was something I really struggled with. There's so many hopes and plans wrapped up in lifelong dreams of being a mommy. And like I mentioned in my post about it, nobody really prepares you when you're a little girl for the fact that not everyone gets to have kids. And to be experiencing not only infertility, but infertility that doctors and specialists couldn't figure out the cause or solution for, it was the most difficult thing I've ever gone through.
I simply had to come to terms with the fact that no matter how darn hard I wanted, hoped and prayed for a baby, that simply wasn't going to happen unless God wanted it to. Writing about my infertility was the last step I had to take to get to the point where I fully understood, accepted and achieved peace about that. It was the final step in the mourning process for me.
Sometimes I wonder if God does things to get our attention - things to prove how powerful He is and that our lives are in His hands and that our wants and desires are nothing compared to the perfect plan He has for us. You know?
Well, y'all, I think God also likes to be a bit ironic at times.
Less than two months after coming to peace with the fact that I may never have any more kiddos - and giving away all my maternity clothes - I found out about this little guy:
To add to God's love of irony, I found out I was pregnant on the anniversary of the day (and at the same time of day) I found out I was having a miscarriage with our second baby. The miscarriage that happened to cause my body to start rebelling and become infertile.
And can I just tell you how gosh darn good it feels every time I have to puke from all the nausea?
Even though I'm 19 weeks pregnant and totally shouldn't lose my breakfast anymore?
Nausea is a glorious and wonderful thing, my friends. It's your body telling you that the baby is growing strong and healthy. I thank God every day for that nausea.
I couldn't be more thrilled about this little miracle baby growing and kicking away inside me.
Baby is due in January. We find out the gender in two weeks. I'm currently getting plump and round and eating fruit like it's going out of style.
Y'all were so sweet and supportive when I wrote about my infertility and your comments honestly meant the world to me. And I just wanted you to know that. I appreciate you guys so much for being there for me, someone you've never even met.
And now you know why my blogging has been sporadic and a bit less enthusiastic lately; it's a bit hard to cook or talk about food when you don't feel like eating anything besides peanut butter and potato chip sandwiches. :)