Six weeks

So I have decided to shake some of the dust of this old blog and write a new post. Who knows if anyone is even reading this anymore. I can't believe how much has changed in my life since I started this blog. I have become engaged, married, pregnant, lost a father, become a new mom, raising a toddler, selling our first home, buying a new house, moving, getting pregnant, and now in the final weeks of pregnancy. Not to mention countless other jobs and life events that have been chronicled here. It is funny how this space could be so important but then be virtually ignored for so long. I have decided though that too much history is here to just let it fade away into nothing. So while I don't make any promises to being an active writer here I do want to still post from time to time.

Now I sit here and look at my life I am so often in shock. I am a very lucky woman to have my family and friends. In 6 short weeks we will be the proud parents to 2 children, a boy and a girl. When I think about it I can't believe we have been so blessed. I had always believed that when I decided to get pregnant that I would have a hard time. I told myself that I would be ok with adopting if we couldn't have our own children. I don't know why I was so convinced that we would struggle but I was sure. When it came time to try to get pregnant, we went off the pill early than we originally planned because we were sure it could take a long time and I wasn't getting any younger. Much to my surprise we were pregnant right away and 42 weeks later our beautiful son entered the world. He is an amazing little guy and I can't imagine having a child more perfect to be a part of our family. He is everyday growing more and more. I often marvel at how we got such a perfect fit for us. We both knew we wanted to have another child to be E's sibling but agreed at first to wait until he was 1 1/2 to start trying so he would be over 2 when the next one was born. Then we realized that we wanted to buy a bigger house with a yard before we were pregnant again so we decided to wait. So many of our friends then got pregnant again and miscarried or struggled with pregnancy that I again worried that it would be difficult for us once we were ready. Boy was I wrong. We bought or house and moved in. Within the first two weeks of living here I was again pregnant. Unlike with Elijah I was sure there was no way I was pregnant so when I looked at the calendar and saw I was late I thought it was just the stress of moving. I took a test anyway before I threw a party for Brad's birthday just incase. I was completely shocked when the test said as clear as can be pregnant. As excited as I was I was also in shock, I hadn't really prepared myself mentally to be pregnant again so it took a little time for it all to sink in. After watching so many of our friends struggle though I was much more worried this time than I was with E. It was a great relief to have early testings to ease my mind that the baby was doing well and that it was going to be a girl. The beginning of the pregnancy flew by. Everything was happening so much faster than it did with E. Then the third trimester hit. These last few weeks are dragging! I can't wait to meet my little girl and cuddle her. I can't wait to not be pregnant. I am thankful though that we aren't a species like an elephant with a really long gestation, I think I would go completely nuts.

Well E is now awake from his nap and I haven't typed anything I originally meant to when I started this, and worse than that I no longer remember what I originally planned to say. Oh well chalk it up to pregnancy brain. If I remember later what the point of this was I will do a new post. See you later.