I've felt comfortable talking about our infertility and how we got pregnant but have been hesitant to talk about the pregnancy itself in fear of hurting those who are still struggling with infertility (which is something I do not take lightly). But I'm done being hesitant only because if I don't document this journey, who will? Monday I hit 28 weeks, which means I'm in the third and final trimester. I've really enjoyed being pregnant and still am! Don't get me wrong- it ain't no walk in the park but just being able to have this experience is something to cherish (the good, the bad and the ugly).
Last week while I was still recovering from being sick and nursing Maddie to health from the flu, my worst pregnancy nightmare came to life when I was in a car wreck. My sister was in the passenger seat while Jordan and Maddie were in the back. I'm trying to come to peace about the situation so I won't go into great detail. The short version consist of me getting hit by a woman who was in a lane too early. Both Jordan and Maddie were upset about the ordeal and walked away with seatbelt marks on their necks. Couldn't be more thankful nothing more serious happened. Cony drove me to the ER later to be monitored for most of the evening and hearing her heartbeat was music to our ears, especially since I hadn't felt her kick for a while and had minor cramping. Since learning I was pregnant driving has been my least favorite thing to do. I have my personal reasons as to why and the night of the accident I was a complete basket-case. A week later I'm still recovering and conquering that fear.... because life must go on.
She has picked up a new cheesy "I can do no wrong" smile. And I'm not 100% certain how she learned to kiss because she comes at you with her mouth wide opened ready to slobber all over your face. I didn't think it was possible, but she just keeps getting yummier and yummier.