You read it right! I am officially sporting a very
pronounced baby belly, and The Boy is going to be a wonderful big brother!
Pregnancy after miscarriage is an odd beast: elation and trepidation all mixed into one. I played the recluse for weeks, not wanting to share our news with anyone until I saw that first heartbeat, then a second confirmation, and then the second ultrasound. It was odd having people congratulate me, because I could tell that they always wanted more excitement on my part when I demurely said thank you. I felt that excitement inside, that surge of hope and happiness to have 10 little newborn fingers wrap around mine. But, that monster was there, the one who reminded me how fleeting that hope could be.
I can feel her kicks now; a
constant reminder that she’s there, growing, alive, and so very wanted. I find myself staying awake in the
middle of the night specifically to place my hand on the place where she is
kicking, so I can feel the kicks both inside and out. I don’t mind the lack of sleep.
I love her already, and yet,
like every parent becoming a parent again, I wonder how I can love another one
like I love The Boy. I know I
will. I know she’ll arrive, and it
will be laughable to think that I ever wondered if my heart was capable of
expanding its love. But for now, I
laugh with The Boy, I play astronauts and Spider-Man with him, I snuggle and
read with him, I listen to him excitedly talk about his dreams, and I wonder
how it is possible to love another the way I love him.
God works in mysterious ways,
and one of them is the ability to mysteriously make our hearts grow while still
fitting in the space provided. My
husband always complains about how freezing my hands are, that my circulation
is wacky. I tell him that my heart
is so big because I have so much love in it that there just isn’t enough blood
left over to warm my hands.
Extremities are always the first to go.
While I am so happy to share
this news with you, I must also bid you adieu, at least through this
means. I will no longer post on
Peaches & Honey. I am,
however, excited to start a new venture blogging for Jamberri Fit, a company
started by a fabulous friend, who saw the need for new moms and expecting moms
to have an at-home fitness outlet.
Jamberri Fit continues to grow its at-home streaming fitness videos and
with good reason. At-home fitness
should be able to incorporate your kids at home too, because there are not many
alone moments in a day for a mom.
I have found this pregnancy is
not like my pregnancy with The Boy, and running is no longer my go-to
option. I am thrilled to keep fit
with this pregnancy by means of Jamberri Fit videos and to share with you how
they help both mama and growing babe.
For those of you with young ones at home or for those of you expecting,
I truly hope you will take a moment to see how Jamberri Fit videos can help you
be your healthiest and fit self, and I can’t wait to say hello to you
there.
Time to fly,
Liz
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