For months I’ve been jotting down ideas, planning my next move and staring at a list of things I’d like to accomplish before 2018.
I’ve even looked into ideas I’d like to manifest by my 30th birthday. Today, those things are currently on hold.
After finding out that we’ll be having a third child, my heart dropped. I sensed it, even when my husband swore I would get my period.
It didn’t happen.
The signs were there, the emotions kept coming in. For months I’ve watched friends announce their pregnancies and some would announce the termination of them. It was hard to read about the later.
There’s a part of me that feels as though I should feel happy about being able to conceive. It’s a wonderful blessing, but I’m a bit heartbroken.
Three kids? Two dogs? Yes, more responsibilities and less time for myself.
Call me selfish, but I was just starting to plan things I’d be doing while our eldest headed over to VPK and our youngest would nap. Now, I’ll probably be throwing up and napping around the same time as the baby to get enough strength to deal with everyday life.
Finding out we’re expecting a third child made me wonder whether not I’d be able to handle the new addition or if I’d snap.
Thankfully, I sat down and talking things over with my husband. It felt nice to voice my concerns with someone I love.
Did you ever have to put something on hold?