(I honestly don't like the taste of chicken...even if my amazingly wonderful husband roasted it with love to a golden crispiness...I wish I could say that I did)
I started blogging as a way to document my life.
I've kept a journal since 4th grade and I love writing about 'me' and everything my life holds. Sometimes though I don't write everything I want to say...I'm afraid my family will think I'm sharing too much with strangers. But I think that that's almost the point of blogging. To share our thoughts...no matter how personal they may be
So here goes nothing...let the honesty begin.
For the past 37 days I have thought that I could possibly be pregnant...or that I had some incurable disease. I was sort of hoping it was the first. I have felt extreme fatigue, been really nauseous, dizzy.
Just not myself.
After a visit to my doctor, filling 4 tubes of blood, and all my test results coming back normal, I thought I would feel a sense of relief. I feel like I've told those I'm closest to what I thought were the right things to say, "Thank goodness everything worked out!" "It's probably a good thing that I'm not pregnant right now!"
But if I can be truly honest, I was actually really disappointed that it didn't turn out to be a sweet baby. I know I know, I can hear my family now telling me that it's not a good time. And they're probably right...I hate that they're right.
So I'll just pray that someday it will be the right time and when it is that we can welcome a sweet baby into the world.
I like being honest.
I feel so much better getting this all off my mind.
Now I'm ready to get back into blogging full swing...because life in kinderland has been super entertaining lately