Nearly nine years ago, I started a new New Year's Eve semi-tradition where I made wishes for the upcoming year. Way deep down, I hoped my wishes would come true in the way I intended. And did they ever!
God is faithful!
I started 2016 living the dream single life the best I could make of it, and (spoiler alert) ended it pregnant, married, living in Auburn. My dream, right?
We began 2017 by traveling to New Orleans to see Auburn play their bowl game. Soon after, we closed on our farmhouse in Opelika, and the Husband got to work on setting up the farm like he wanted, while I began going to doctor appointments, setting up the inside of the house, planning for baby, and being pregnant.
Let me tell you: pregnancy is not for the faint of heart. It's more than a full time job. Ladies (and other XX chromosome having persons), your body is literally making another human while you continue to live your life. As my man Joe Biden would say, this is a big fucking deal.
This post could be super long if I tell the whole story, and I'm struggling to find the words to type this. So I will leave you with this:
- Pregnancy is hard. My body and mind were not too fond of it.
- Don't have a baby where there isn't a SuperTarget yet.
- Adults still play the same mean people games they likely played in junior high. And the popularity contests still exist.
- Just because you know what is wrong with you does not guarantee your doctor will listen and treat you accordingly and properly in a respectful manner.
- We ended up moving back to the Birmingham area when baby was about 18 months old. I haven't been back since.
- I'm still figuring out who I am, and desperately wanting my old self back while living this life.
Life is hard, and sometimes living the dream isn't all it's cracked up to be. Sometimes new dreams grow from the others.
