Thanks for letting this Mama take a bit of a bloggy break. She’s needed it. For the past 11ish weeks, my body has been working on a new personal project.
One that starts kinda like this…
And then leads to almost 7 weeks of secrecy and fears. Apparently being healthier didn’t equal a great first trimester for us. I encountered my first migraine, treatment for bed bugs (from a hotel), a sinus infection, nausea, morning sickness, and an awful pain in my hip following my first run in weeks.
Along the way, there were emotional moments, too. We lost my Grandma. The same day as her viewing, I was told I didn’t get a job I had applied for, one that would have made three of my favorite things collide (Salesforce, Call Center, and Thirty-One)…but would have left out two very important worlds (Pittsburgh and family). We celebrated my uncle’s retirement and the kids started school. We put an offer on a house in Plum that wasn’t right for us, and went to negotiations with the seller. We backed off looking and said we would just settle in with my parents for a few months and save up for better. Then? We found better, back in Armstrong County (but we are still going to be Burghers, trust us).
But the biggest moment of this pregnancy, so far, was the night I swore bloody evil words in front of my living children. I used some very bad words to let Greg and the ER folks know I was in serious pain and was afraid I wasn’t physically able to carry our third baby. I was kind of right.
Because that night, while Greg and cousin Jess loaded my two big ‘lil Burghers into the car in case I needed admitted, my heart grew. It grew, and it grew, and it grew. I cried tears not of pain but of love. God knew I couldn’t carry a third baby alone. It needed a built in best friend. A balancer. The balancer I had been praying for…and the twins Arianna had been praying for.
Baby A and Baby B will be arriving by mid April 2015. Like their older siblings, they’ve given me a run for my money (or I should say the toilet, sink, trash can, or nearest grassy area). And like their older siblings, these ‘lil Burghers are going to be loved lots. I can already tell because their Grandparents, Aunts, and Uncle are already ecstatic…but mostly their big sister and Daddy are over the moon. Their Mommy and Big Brother have some adjusting to do, but we are right there bouncing on the moon, too.
And that, my friends, is how we begin our life as a family of 6 humans and 2 dogs in the ‘Burgh.