WE ARE PREGNANT! It still feels so crazy to say.
When we decided to start trying for Lucy, I got off birth control towards the beginning of 2018 but didn’t have a positive pregnancy test until October. When Christian and I prayed about growing our family for a second time, Christian clearly heard to start trying in September. For several reasons and without getting into too much detail, 😉 it became pretty apparent that getting pregnant in September would be unlikely if not impossible. I started looking back to the timeframe it took us to get pregnant with Lucy and decided that just because God said to start trying in September didn’t mean anything would happen.
I knew I was pregnant a week before I took a pregnancy test with Lucy and had none of those symptoms this time around. I started telling myself what a good thing this was. I could enjoy fall with Lucy and the holidays without feeling like crap. If we got pregnant in September, then we would have TWO kids with June birthdays. Yes, getting pregnant later would be best. God knows best.
And God does.
I started crying about a lot of dumb things. Sappy commercials with bad acting, a random song on the radio, saying goodbye to my parents who live less than two hours away. I wasn’t like this with Lucy and honestly chalked it up to postpartum hormones since I’d quit nursing Lucy within the two months prior. Christian wasn’t convinced. Then Legend started being glued to me and needing to sleep right next to me in bed with his head on my stomach. Again, I brushed it off. Christian was actually the one to buy me pregnancy test. I put it away in our bathroom thinking, “I won’t need this for a while.”
But then after ugly crying to 20 seconds worth of a Lauren Daigle song (she is hella talented but we’re talking intro music I’ve heard a thousand times, folks) I finally admitted I wasn’t feeling myself.
And surprise! (Well not to Christian but to me haha).
I wish I was one of those women that could tell you, “Oh the second time around I wasn’t sick at all” or “I was sick but not as bad.” Unfortunately, that has not been the case for me. STILL. SO. FREAKING. SICK. But I could actually keep vitamin B6 down this time around so I did not lose 6 pounds in two weeks like I did with Lucy! However, I was good for nothing for 4-6 weeks. I would have down days but this time around I knew this was just the nature of the beast and things would get better. When I was pregnant with Lucy I was still trying to run and go on walks even though I could barely keep down water. I had heard fresh air and exercise can improve morning sickness…. Ha. ha. ha.
Thankfully, I have a husband from heaven. He took over wake up calls for all three kids and would get them breakfast so I could get up slow. He completely took over all cooking, cleaning, yard work, shopping, and budgeting. I literally could not have survived without his help and support. He is still abstaining from coffee because the smell of it brewing makes me so sick. So, if any of you want to leave some Coffeesmith on our front steps for Christian, he would greatly appreciate it. 😂
So, all that to say, God is good, Christian is a saint, I’ve been MIA because #alldaysickness, Lucy is going to be the best big sister ever, and I still feel so incredibly blessed we will be adding another little love to our family in June!
