A year ago, I found out I was pregnant. I remember having all these crazy emotional feelings. I went from happiness to sadness in a millisecond. I stopped writing on the blog after my first few posts because what I started to realize most is that I wasn't getting better. I know people expected me to get better much faster than I did, but it was a really hard thing to get over.
In time, I did get over it. I realized it was probably for the best. There's a reason that the pregnancy didn't last, even if I don't know what that reason is.
Fast forward to today and I am 34 weeks pregnant. I'm due in December with a little boy. It's awesome that we did end up with another baby. I don't feel like this replaces the one I lost earlier this year, but I can guarantee that it has been a very therapeutic experience. I can't wait to see how our family will change with the addition of this little guy. I'm still hoping and praying for a safe delivery and end of pregnancy.
