It's funny how things work sometimes. How you hope and long and dream for something. Something particular. Something wonderful.
And how, after so much waiting and praying, that wonderful thing finally happens, but you have to keep it quiet for just a little while. You have to wait until it's safe. Until you're really ready. And it's torture to wait. To do anything other than shout your news from the rooftops feels backwards and wrong and just plain weird.
And then, when it's finally time to share the wonderful, amazing, miraculous thing that has finally happened to you...things feel suddenly awkward. It's time to shout it from the rooftops and suddenly my voice is caught in my throat. Suddenly, I don't have the words, or at least not the right words. Or maybe just not enough words or not enough space for all the words it would take to convey how amazed I am. How in awe. How delighted and grateful and also a little nervous I am.
Because it has finally happened to me. This particular, wonderful thing I've dreamed of and longed for is finally here. I am 15 weeks pregnant today. I am going to have a baby.
And we're going to need you more than ever in the next chapters of this adventure.