So….I bet you’re wondering why I haven’t posted long blathering bitter posts about adoption paperwork, or infertility specialists, or about how much my life sucks. Or about anything really because I haven’t REALLY posted in a long time.
Well that’s because I’m pregnant. Eight weeks, four days pregnant. By some miracle of God I didn’t ovulate and still managed somehow to create a child with my equally as broken husband.
So instead of thinking of funny quirky things to post about I have been going to ultrasound appointments and thinking of every way possible of how not to puke during the day. Basically I go to work and suffer through and then I come home and lay on the couch all night long, napping and letting my body make a baby. It’s becoming quite boring, but I have faith this will end soon and I will have a beautiful baby.
However it’s very worth it, and so much fun to tell people. Well some people. There are some people like your family who are so excited and then there are other people like my boss who decided it’s an excuse to tell me how everything I’m eating is wrong for the baby. She’s my pet peeve of life right now…but she’s due to be out any day now. She’s pregnant and at 32 weeks and I just keep hoping she’ll pop.
So you can imagine the amount of excitement we are feeling.
My mother evidently already went shopping and bought a bunch of clothes. 
She’s funny.
But we’re about to become a lot happier, by Christmas I will be moving from trimester one to trimester two, when you’re chance of miscarriage goes away, and so does morning sickness. WAHOO!
In the meantime I drink water, and eat watermelon, grapes, apples, and tomato soup and grilled cheese RELIGIOUSLY. I can’t even take pop, it makes me sick. This is some sort of sick torture.
However tonight my husband is bringing me home a whopper and onion rings, and I must say I am excited, to be HUNGRY for something. I’m probably going to puke all night. I DON’T CARE!!!
I think after this pregnancy I may revise the amount of children I want to one. I cannot stand being so sick.
So I’m due July 9th.
And I’m having a miracle baby. God is very good. And we are SO blessed.
If it’s a girl it will be Grace Elizabeth Renae, and if it’s a boy he will be Grant Washington. In the meantime we lovingly refer to our baby as Feebus, or Feebs or Feeb.
Sometime I will post the whole how I found out story, and all but right now I only have short bursts of energy, and I need to lay down.
So here’s to undeserved blessings, and a God who richly bestows them. And a little fetus named Feeb. Because yes now he/she’s a fetus.
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