Writing....
it clears my mind
it soothes my soul
and I feel it's so important to connect with people who may have or may be going through similar things.
I wish I had been more involved and more persistent with my postings. Writing brings me to a happier place.
So as most people know, the last few months have been ummmmmm, how do I put this?
INSANE!
Exciting, but totally just "fly by the seat of my pants" insane.
It all started when.....
I met the love of my life (I didn't know it at first)
and...
We got engaged
We got married
We got pregnant
We bought a house
We moved onto a boat
and have been traveling non stop
along with a lot of other things that are not so fabulous and quite frankly, they break my heart.
But we have learned that life is no joke and sometimes it really hurts.
The promises and commitments we made (through good and bad and all that other jazz) have been tested.
Like seriously tested.
We have screamed at each other
We have ignored each other
We have even thrown food and called each other names.
But what makes all these horrible times seem so insignificant, is that without fail, we rise to the occasion. And the bigger the issue, the more we come together as a unit and the better we seem to handle the situation.
It's the who's going to clean the cat box? or which football game are we going to watch? that really sends us into the craziest and most pointless arguments which we usually end up laughing about anyways.
But what brings me to this post is one of the most difficult things Bode and I have faced together.
11 weeks and a couple days into all the excitement and pure joy of building our new little family, we lost our baby.
I don't even know how to express the initial feeling of not seeing a heartbeat on the monitor other than total panic, helplessness and the hope that the guy doing the ultrasound was actually the security guard from the front desk.
I begged him to check again, and again, and again.
All we could do was place our hands on my belly and tell our little one that we love him and we are so sorry and then we said goodbye.
I would do almost anything to change that day just to see life in what I've come to love and call "my little peanut."
But I know and have always believed that everything happens for a reason.
Right now it may seem like total cruelty and torture and it makes me want to stomp my feet on the ground and cry and think that life is so unfair, but I know we will have a beautiful family one day. I know that this was yet, another test. And I also know that we are going to be okay.
One last thing....I'm asking for help.
I've mentioned how therapeutic writing has been for me but I struggle to find the motivation and creativity to write. So please...
ask questions
throw out topics
I look forward to connecting
