So far, so good with this little kiddo in my belly! I'm 16 weeks tomorrow and already feeling the baby moving around, mainly at night.
So much has happened within the past 45 days. We decided to start the building process for our future home. We listed and SOLD our Broad Ripple home! (Shout out to our awesome realtor, Todd Ferris!) We've also found a place to live during the transitional time while our new home is being built. Did I mention that - on top of all that - I'm pregnant with our SECOND miracle baby? I'm not really sure what to think about all of this falling into place so quickly and so smooth-like, but I can't help but thank God for it all and to be grateful for these blessed times in life.
Actually, let's get "real" and talk about how surreal this all feels to me. Any time something great happens in life, at this age and time, I feel like I react in a very calm, collective yet apprehensive way. I can't help but to always, ALWAYS think back to the years I spent struggling mentally with the transition from active collegiate athlete to inactive cubicle graphic designer, then much worse, mourning Kellen's mom's cancer diagnosis and death, mourning the loss of our dream of someday having children, and struggling emotionally and physically through many years of fertility treatments including several IVF cycles. Sometimes I can't believe that Kellen and I made it through those years together and it blows my mind that it didn't draw us apart but yet it pulled us closer together and during those years we drew closer to God and both strengthened our faith. I never thought I would look back and say that I am abundantly grateful for those years and for that journey -- but I am. I wouldn't be the person I am today. It has shaped me and molded me into a much more aware, grateful, compassionate individual who is so much stronger mentally, emotionally, and physically.
Nobody hits as hard as life and the world ain't all sunshine and rainbows, right, Rocky? But when the storm stops, the sun comes out and the rainbow appears, I know where all the thanks and glory goes -- straight to the The Man Upstairs for answering prayers years after they were prayed, and for giving me patience when I asked for it.
So much has happened within the past 45 days. We decided to start the building process for our future home. We listed and SOLD our Broad Ripple home! (Shout out to our awesome realtor, Todd Ferris!) We've also found a place to live during the transitional time while our new home is being built. Did I mention that - on top of all that - I'm pregnant with our SECOND miracle baby? I'm not really sure what to think about all of this falling into place so quickly and so smooth-like, but I can't help but thank God for it all and to be grateful for these blessed times in life.
Actually, let's get "real" and talk about how surreal this all feels to me. Any time something great happens in life, at this age and time, I feel like I react in a very calm, collective yet apprehensive way. I can't help but to always, ALWAYS think back to the years I spent struggling mentally with the transition from active collegiate athlete to inactive cubicle graphic designer, then much worse, mourning Kellen's mom's cancer diagnosis and death, mourning the loss of our dream of someday having children, and struggling emotionally and physically through many years of fertility treatments including several IVF cycles. Sometimes I can't believe that Kellen and I made it through those years together and it blows my mind that it didn't draw us apart but yet it pulled us closer together and during those years we drew closer to God and both strengthened our faith. I never thought I would look back and say that I am abundantly grateful for those years and for that journey -- but I am. I wouldn't be the person I am today. It has shaped me and molded me into a much more aware, grateful, compassionate individual who is so much stronger mentally, emotionally, and physically.
Nobody hits as hard as life and the world ain't all sunshine and rainbows, right, Rocky? But when the storm stops, the sun comes out and the rainbow appears, I know where all the thanks and glory goes -- straight to the The Man Upstairs for answering prayers years after they were prayed, and for giving me patience when I asked for it.
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