My hands are shaking. The + sign didn’t even take 20 seconds to show up.
I think it will take awhile for the shock to wear off. We planned this. We wanted this. But there is no way I thought it would happen this fast. Not after last time.
But it did.
There is a little butterbean in my belly.
My second child.
The rest of my family.
I already love you with my whole heart. Stay warm in there. Stay safe.
I wasn’t ready to post this, but I had to write it. My little schmooshy is now 11 weeks. I think I’m ready to tell the world, to scream from the rooftop. We passed my personal milestone. We’ve seen the heartbeat.
I feel like utter poo. And that is ok. While I wait in agony to have energy, to not have to eat every hour, to not have to lie down oh so very often…I also rejoice. I’ll take whatever comes at me if it means this baby is healthy. Bring it on.
So if you’re wondering where I’ve been or why my posts have been so scattered, now you know. I hope to be back more…we’ll just see how I feel.