It has been awhile since these fingers have been typing away writing words of my life. From the looks of it, about 3 years have passed since anything new has appeared. Let me tell you, a lot can happen in 3 years. In certain aspects, it doesn’t really seem like that long at all, but a lot has happened. Ups and downs. Happy and sad. I am here to bring up to speed on those words of my life. Shall we begin….?
To start right off the bat, the year 2013, I got pregnant. Was it planned? No. It was the best thing that happened to me and something that launched me to where I am today. Surprisingly, shortly after my last post, that belly of my started to grow, and not from eating too much ice cream. It was such a crazy thing that I just knew I was pregnant. So many mom’s always say “you just know” and now I knew exactly what they were talking about. Also, did you know how exhausted you get?! That bed of mine could have held me hostage with how drained I felt. Growing a baby is hard work! Luckily like most moms also said, “oh that’ll pass after the first trimester, and then you will be full of energy.” Working those 4:30am shifts at the bux didn’t help the outta gas feeling this mama had. Oddly enough, my nausea lasted a week, my exhaustion lasted a week, and all I wanted to eat was potatoes, but mostly those delicious greasy french fries. Through the summer, and french fries, I had to anxiously await to find out if I was going to have a sweet baby boy or girl. September rolled around and…..
Oh, hello baby bump!
I was fortunate that I had a pretty easy pregnancy. Wasn’t too sick and kept trucking along. It was when I came home with cankles after my work shifts I realized I think I need to cut back to 4 hour shifts. I was working away and continuing going to school. I had an amazing baby shower a couple of months before my due date and oh how I felt so loved. I was filled with amazing woman who loved me and my son and showed my an immense amount of support. I was blessed with wonderful gifts for this sweet boy and day by day it was becoming more real.
My loving grandma, sisters, and mother
A few weeks before Christmas I moved back in with my parents. They had redone the whole basement for me, so my sweet boy and I could have a space of my own. It was last few weeks before my due date of January 19, 2014. I was looking forward to Christmas as it being my favorite holiday. That year, like many other years, we had Christmas Eve dinner as a family. Who would have guessed that’s when I would decide on a name! Well…I can’t take all the credit. My sister Bethany, was the one who mentioned the name and hearing it (although I had heard it before) I knew immediately, yes that’s his name! 🙂
This year was one with change, many emotions, tears, and laughter. The thing I learned the most through this whole year is to be confident in you. No one is perfect. In my different circumstances, I was surrounded with love and support especially from my family. With this pregnancy as a shock, no one loves my son or me more than them. They are encourages and my loudest cheerleaders. There is no way I would have gotten through any of that without them. You know, people are going to be who they are going to be. I learned quickly that yes in some eyes I may have made a mistake, but I don’t think there are ever unwanted children and no one was going to love this son of mine more than I was. During this time, I grew closer to God and leaned on him more and more. I knew that he still had an amazing plan for my life. It was a year of growth, but I knew there was more to come and areas for me to grow for myself, but also as the mother I was about to become. In no time at all, that baby boy of mine was going to be in my arms…