2019 is coming to a close, and what a whirlwind year it proved to be.
I got started with some very cool independent contracting work, which I’m looking forward to continuing next year.
I self-published a historical fiction short story.
And our family welcomed a new “edition”, you will.
I found out on April 1st (no joke) that we were expecting again. It was the first time since having Babycakes that we had a positive test, and disbelief isn’t a strong enough word for how I felt. As with Babycakes, worry and a lingering need to remain somewhat detached were the norm.
It was not an easy pregnancy.
With Babycakes, I had pretty severe nausea and vomiting from week 6 to week 16 of that pregnancy, and this time around was worse. The nausea began around week 5 and continued literally until the day before I delivered. I had food aversions, mainly meat – which caused anemia. I felt tired. I felt terrible. And as with Babycakes, I worried that, no matter what I did, there was a chance this just wouldn’t work out.
But on December 4th, Sugarpie arrived.
She is an unexpected blessing.
Now, we reenter The Baby Bubble.