Every year, in the beginning, we all swear this year- THIS YEAR- will be different. That somehow we are going to find all of the answers to last year’s questions buried in the promise of this new year. Honestly, I have never been huge on resolutions. I do not believe we must wait until January 1st to make the changes we are demanding from ourselves. To me, we could start brand new on October 12th with the same fighting chance.
This year though WILL be a year of change for me, for my husband and my children. A year of astonishing and big, BIG love. The explanation as to why I have been so absent from this blog (not counting just being plain lazy some days or bombarded with the holidays). I have a solid, I believe, legitimate reason.
Baby number THREE is due August 2020. And truth be told, I NEVER though I would be announcing this sweet bean.
I never dreamed I would be pregnant after I had my daughter. I was done. SO done after an incredibly difficult pregnancy. So done that my husband had the big, bad snip ship. I remained so done for the next three years, until I realized our horrible mistake.
While I was committed to our choice, I watched friends and family go on to have more beautiful babies. As much as I was ecstatic for them, I also felt pings of jealousy. Jealousy turned into ache, and a yearning for a child I never knew I wanted. Wanted SO badly. In the posts to follow, I will cover our story and what actually happens in a vasectomy reversal. But for now, I am basking in the happiness of this little baby we have coming our way in 2020. We heard the heartbeat yesterday, and it has so far been one of the top moments on 2020.
2020 is bound to be an wonderfully different ride.