So I truly never thought I'd be here again...
Pregnant.. expecting a tiny new life to literally burst forth from me in just a few weeks... I thought not only one was enough, but that one was all I could have.
I have PCOS, poly cystic ovarian syndrome. I have a history of terrible pap smears, warranting a number of increasingly horrifying biopsies (anything but fun, let me tell you). I have thyroid issues, and have yet to get a real diagnosis title, but I'm generally hypo, so I guess that's good enough. I have a curve in my spine that's not quite enough to land a scoliosis diagnosis, but is enough to dampen my day, most of the time... And there's a few other factors I can't really think of at the moment working against me.
He's a type one diabetic, who's been told his whole adult life that if be wants kids, he should just accept it, and adopt.
We'll have been together for a year 3 weeks before my due date.
My eldest is 11, will be 12 by the time this new baby is born. It's been so long since she was little, this all feels like a distant memory somehow resurfacing. The pain in my hips and back, as well as the unbelievable stretching and ever stronger kicking reminds me this is very real, and very much happening again... Soon...
Everything is the same, but so very different, and so long in-between. It's like the first time, but it's the second time down this crazy adventure.
Wish me luck..
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