Not a question just more of an update. Doesn't it feel strange that despite all the years of trying, failing, putting the pieces back together, coming up with a plan and trying again.... finally getting a bfp, then failing.... getting another and waiting on the second dreaded 2ww for reassurance that this is the time.... starting to nervously let people know at 12 weeks..... getting all set at work for handover and all the while a bump growing. Doesn't it feel strange that I now start to have waves of realisation that we are imminently expecting to bring a new life into this world? How can I not have realised this before? This is what we have been aiming for for all these years. A true miracle. My oh marvels at just how big the bump can get, delights in getting a kick in the head even. And still we have moments where we are only just realising.
Maybe it's because of the pain and heartache we have been through, some kind of self defense mechanism has still been there, acting as an emotional curtain?
But slowly (and very soon) we will realise and our little miracle will be here. I am so cautiously excited! 🤗
Another miracle happened yesterday too. We hadn't realised that mamas and papas comes flat packed!! Oh dear. Building flat packed furniture is NEVER a good thing. We always get narky at each other. Not yesterday. Me with my bump, my oh with his recently broken collarbone (I know right? Great timing). We didn't argue once. Only one part upside down, but we got there.
Maybe we will be ok. Oh my goodness, this shits getting real!
Big hugs to all. Good luck at whatever stage you are at. And eeeeek! Stay calm?!?!? Xx