Seems I skipped a couple of months...

This post is so overdue.

I know it seemed as though I would never blog again. I do have a handful of excuses: I started a new job, which brought new challenges and more than a little bit of stress. In October we flew home to Alabama to attend Alissa and Tyler’s wedding reception. And we moved to a new rental house the beginning of November.

Oh, and there’s this:


No, that is not a beer gut. If you are skeptical, here is a picture at 9 weeks along to compare:



It is a little ironic that I haven’t felt the urgency to write about my pregnancy until now. Because if you got ahold of my journal, you would see that wanting to start a family has been a central theme for the last 3 years. (That, along with suffering, I mean struggling, through PT school.) I think the reason I haven’t sat down to write my thoughts and feelings about having this fetus set up shop in my uterus is because I still can’t believe that THERE IS A HUMAN IN MY UTERUS. I mean, really. How weird is that? Now I know that pregnancy and birth is the most natural thing in the world, hundreds of millions of women have done it. But when it happens to you it is the most crazy thing. If any woman out there denies this, they are either lying or have some major funky things going on in their body when they’re not pregnant. For instance, as we speak, I feel an alien doing somersaults inside my abdomen. And no, it’s not just the spicy chili I ate for dinner.

It’s no secret that we having been trying for a baby for awhile. Every single time one of my friends announced their pregnancy, my heart broke a little bit, because it just didn’t seem like it was ever going to happen for us. I had really started thinking about adoption, which I still want to consider later. I knew deep in my soul that God’s timing is perfect, and that He meant for me to be a mother. But my patience was really starting to wear. I knew that even adoption could take months or years, and this lady wasn’t getting any younger. So I decided if I didn’t conceive by the end of the year, I would make an appointment with a fertility specialist.

Then, the most glorious and terrifying thing happened. I will remember that day forever, because it seemed to begin as such a random day, the eve of our 7th wedding anniversary. I got a text first thing in the morning from my friend Megan, about a rental house that was becoming available. After going to look at the house, falling in love with it because 1.) there was no jank fish aquarium in the living room and 2.) the kitchen was bigger than a walk-in closet, I went to the drug store to pick up a prescription for Chris. I was on cloud nine because I had just that week been offered a job at the hospital, and now we had a place to live that was the same amount of rent but 100% nicer. So I picked up a pregnancy test, with the feeling that if it was negative, which I expected it to be since I had zero pregnancy symptoms, I would be okay. It wouldn’t be the heart-dropping disappointment that it had been for the last several months.

So imagine my shock when I peed on that stick and it was immediately a big fat plus sign? To say that I was elated….well I was too in shock to feel any other emotion. I was whatever you can call pacing around the house saying “Holy shit” over and over to no one but a very confused white German shepherd. Poor Virginia.

So, long story short, good things can come in threes, too. And of course now that I’m over the shock I could not be more excited about this new stage of our lives. It was so amazing to get to tell my husband that we were expecting, right before we celebrated 7 years of marriage. Now, looking back, I am so thankful we’ve had this long to build our relationship into something that I’m confident will survive the stresses of parenthood.

I’m one happy mama-to-be. And a very thankful one.

-Katy