Hello again. I’m back. Well, I’ve been here all along really, only not in my usual capacity. And now that I’ve crawled out of the black pit of despair that is (for me) the first trimester of pregnancy, we’re so ready to return to normal here. I’ve written and revised this post (in my head) so many times; there’s so much I could say about the last few months: the extreme awfulness of throwing up six times a day, the guilt about not being able to take care of my children, how thankful I am for my amazing husband and family. But honestly now that it’s over I just don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to think about it. Also my friend Carla, who is in a similar situation, has written a few eloquent posts on the matter. I think I’ll just leave it at that.
So we’ve pretty much patched our lives back together and are ready for the peace and reflection of the Advent season, trying to fully enjoy this time with two relatively independent little girls before Baby #3 enters our lives in April.
Wishing joy and peace for you yours in this Season of Hope.