Ohhh hey there. Happy almost-Friday! That’s basically what Thursday is, right?
We have been up at the cabin since yesterday and on Saturday Marc and his buddies are heading off into the wilderness known as the Boundary Waters Canoe Area. Basically they’ll be canoeing, camping, and portaging between a bunch of lakes in Northern Minnesota for four days. I’m pretty jealous of their trip but I’ll still get to be at the cabin with some friends for part of it and then my mother-in-law the other part. Not too bad of a deal, I’d say!
Anyways… enough small talk, let’s get to that little announcement I snuck up there in the title. We are super excited to announce that we are expecting another little boy coming in October! I’m guessing that isn’t a huge surprise, given this announcement was paired with a mocktail recipe. I thought it was fitting. 😉
I’m thinking of doing a few pregnancy updates here and there, but obviously not as early as last time, since I waited a lot longer to announce it this time. Which brings me to the other thing I wanted to talk about. Which is, why did I wait so long to tell you guys I’m pregnant?
Well, a couple of reasons. The main reason is that it wasn’t as easy for us to get pregnant this time around. It’s hard to know exactly how to talk about a subject like this, especially on my public blog, because it’s such a personal thing. Opening up about a personal subject, especially one that people don’t really talk much about, feels really vulnerable and scary.
But ever since starting our journey of trying to have a second baby, having it take longer than we hoped, and finally finding out we were pregnant, I have felt compelled to write *something* about it.
When we got pregnant with Lars, it didn’t take long at all. So the whole “trying” process was very brief and to be honest, I really didn’t even give much time into processing it. It started and was over before I knew it. While I definitely knew we were lucky in that regard, I honestly didn’t give much thought into “what if” we hadn’t been so lucky. I felt I could sympathize with people with fertility issues, but not empathize.
Fast forward to this time around of trying. We went into it optimistically hoping (and honestly, expecting) to have it be as easy as the first time. We started trying exactly when we hoped to get pregnant, so that we would have our perfect early spring baby. Little did we know it was going to take months. And months. And a couple more months.
Before I go any farther, let me acknowledge this: I 100% know that our “journey” is a fraction of what some people go through. We were never given the “infertility” label or had anything more than a “give it a few more months” talk with our doctor. We didn’t have testing, or shots, or medications. We didn’t go through a miscarriage or infant loss, grieving babies that were never born. So yes, I absolutely know that so many people have had journeys much more difficult than us.
Still, I had to remind myself through the whole process that just because there are circumstances that are worse than ours than ours, doesn’t discount the fact that we were going through something that really sucked. It actually took me quite awhile to give myself the permission to feel all of the emotions that came every month when only one line appeared.
Because it DID suck and it WAS hard. But with it, came a perspective that I didn’t have before it. I saw pregnancy announcements through the eyes of someone who desperately wanted to get pregnant but wasn’t. While I was extremely happy for friends and family who were announcing their great news, I couldn’t help the feeling that came with it of feeling bad for myself.
In the moments of these feelings, I told myself that I didn’t want to make a big announcement if/when we got pregnant. I just didn’t want to add another “hey look at us…we’re pregnant!” announcement to Facebook and I definitely didn’t want anyone else to feel sad about their personal situation because of our announcement.
So that brings us to our happy announcement. And while it is still an “announcement”, I hope that it’s not just that. I hope that it shows that there isn’t always an easy road behind each pregnancy announcement.
I am so thrilled to share with you that we get to be parents to another beautiful soul. We are honored that we get that privilege. If you are starting to try for a baby, still trying, going through a miscarriage, or grieving the loss of a baby I just want you to know I’m here for you. I can’t relate to every single situation, but one of the biggest lessons from all of this was how meaningful it was just to have people to support me. To say out loud what I was going through and have someone else acknowledge it was really therapeutic.
Speaking of therapeutic, these Watermelon Lime Fizz Mocktails are just what my summer needs. Since my choice of evening beverages are limited now, I’m trying to get creative beyond my go-to La Croix.
If you want your mocktail on the sweeter side, you could use something like Sprite or Fresca instead of La Croix. I didn’t want my drink super sweet, so I stuck with La Croix. It was super refreshing, light, and the perfect sipper on a hot summer afternoon!
p.s. thanks for getting through this monster post…I don’t usually write this much for one post but obviously had a lot to say!