Just a forewarning - this will probably get lengthy.
I posted back in November 2017 then took a break until February 2018. At that time, I made a few posts but quickly disappeared again between March 2018 and now. Here is why.
We didn't say anything before - for a number of reasons - but mostly because it wasn't good news and we didn't want to spread negativity to anyone, especially around the holidays. For years, Jen and I have been trying to have a child. We already have two children but we've been trying to have one together, biologically, for a little over two years now. We've had terrible luck with it all. Over the years we've had multiple miscarriages. Most of them were fairly quick (within the first few weeks of conception) which, in some weird way, made them seem less devastating, but my break between November 2017 and February 2018 was because of a miscarriage that absolutely crushed us.
For the first time, our pregnancy held for a few months and we were absolutely thrilled to be having a baby. The timing seemed perfect too - for the first time in years, I didn't have to work the Christmas holiday so we planned a trip to visit my parents. We also planned this big "gift reveal" for my parents to tell them of our pregnancy on Christmas morning. My mom's cancer battle was taking a tiny turn for the worse - she was wanting to give up the fight - but we knew the news of having a grandchild on the way would be just the motivation my mom needed to renew her will to fight. Needless to say, we were excited. Everything seemed to finally be working out. I couldn't have been happier.
We lost the baby two days before Christmas - the day before we were leaving to go visit my parents.
We had an ultrasound scheduled the day before we left on our vacation just so we could get the comfort of seeing the baby again before we went off and told my parents. Well, what we got was the most discomforting thing I could possibly imagine - the sight of our lifeless child. I will never forgot gazing upon the screen and seeing our baby's heart, still and silent. That image will forever be burned into my brain and scarred into my heart. I still see it every time I close my eyes.
For the next few months I hated the world. I tried not to, but I couldn't help it. Every day I woke up hating everything - the world, myself, you name it. I hated it. For months, I was living in hell. So, I gave up. Let hell consume me, why not? I was doing so good with getting healthy and bettering myself until that miscarriage, then I let it all go to shit. I gained a fuck ton of weight back, my bad habits all came roaring back and, the worst part...I didn't care. I literally didn't care. I ate and drank my life away, and I just didn't care. Why would I? My kid was gone. And, I wanted to be too.
Fast forward to now.
I care again. Why?
We're pregnant again. Jen is currently going into her 18th week so we're about half way there already. And, it's going very well.
We've had muuuuultiple ultrasounds and tests performed during this pregancy as our OB wants to keep a close eye on everything (as do we). So far, all is well. We've even had what's called the Panorama test performed which is a blood / DNA test that can tell you the risk of your child having one of many chromosomal anomalies (Down Syndrome, Turner Syndrome, Edwards Syndrome, etc). The lab separates the fetal DNA from the mother's DNA and examines it to determine the child's risk factor. We got the results a few weeks ago and the OB was incredibly pleased with how low of a risk our child has for developing any of the major chromosomal issues. Oh, you can also find out the sex of your child...
IT'S A GIRL!!!
She should be here toward the end of the year (end of December, beginning of January - estimated due date is first week in January).
For the first few months, I stressed the fuck out over this pregnancy. It was a constant state of "when is THIS one going to go to shit?" for a long, loooong time. We didn't allow ourselves to be happy, nor did we even treat this pregnancy as real for the longest time but, as time has gone by, our attitudes have changed. Jen and I have pushed through our fear of repetition and have accepted joy into our hearts, and we eagerly await the arrival of our daughter.
About five months to go until she gets here. I'd better get to work.