One of the hardest things about pregnancy, for me, is worrying that I may miscarry. When I see those two pink lines, I’m elated! but then the fear starts to take over and getting to that “safe” point seems like an eternity.
I worry about having a miscarriage because I’ve had four of them. I actually miscarried my very first pregnancy, which was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever been through. If you have been in my shoes, my heart breaks for you. It is truly devastating.
If you’ve read any of my posts, you may have figured out that I kind-of enjoy having babies. It’s only, like, my favorite thing to do. So, becoming pregnant for the first time ever was absolutely the most exciting thing ever.
I remember that day…it was surreal. I could not WAIT to wear maternity clothes. I could not wait to feel the baby kick. I could not WAIT to tell people that Rooster and I were expecting, so I didn’t. I believe the secret–that was never going to be a secret–was out just days after I had a positive pregnancy test. I wanted to the whole world to know.