25 weeks from now, give or take a week or two, someone new will be coming into our lives.
I am pregnant. 15 weeks pregnant.
After multiple miscarriages, and being told that we had a 1% chance of ever conceiving a baby, even with treatments I'm pregnant. No treatments. Total and complete shock.
I think that extreme fatigue of the first trimester is a valid reason to avoid blogging.
I have a ton of emotions ranging from fear to elation. I worry for my two children that they won't transition well. I worry also about their emotions related to their adoptions and navigating those waters.
I do believe that a big part of my ability to get and maintain a pregnancy was finding out, by trial and error a diet that worked best for my body. I had recently lost quite a bit of weight because of my diet, and I believe this also factored into it.
But more than anything God chose to open my womb.