Tuesday, May 19, 2015

second trimester




I can't believe that I tiptoed into my second trimester today. I feel so very blessed. I had my first appointment with a regular OB last week, which included another ultrasound. Baby looked great. I was so relieved to see our little one bopping around on the screen.

My brother and his wife had their first baby yesterday. If we weren't pregnant I would have spent large chunks of my day crying in the bathroom at work. That didn't happen, but another sad side effect of infertility did occur: a majority of my family avoided talking to me today.

Not everyone knows that we're expecting and moving away from the black hole of infertility, so they still steer clear of any type of awkward situation that mentions babies and my husband and I.

My brother sent me an email with some great photos late this afternoon and I wished them joy and then shared our good news. I hesitated before I said something, but I was hoping that our good news would make him pity us less. It did the trick. I'm sure they are back in their own family bubble at this point and have forgotten our news as they care for another tiny human being- as is probably very, very common with all first time parents.

I can't wait to be there myself.

We've pretty much told everyone that we wanted to tell about our pregnancy and adoption at this point. The rest of my extended family will only hear that we are pregnant, but not the intimate details. We plan on being open with our child about their very special beginnings and have shared with all our immediate family.

I may share more later, but for now I feel at peace with everyone we've told.

Wishing all of you strength and endurance on this journey.

Jill xoxo


2 comments:

  1. I can't remember exactly how far along you are? Some people say after 12 weeks its the 2nd tri and some say 13 but either way we are pretty close together :) I am so glad you were able to experience another family's birth without that sadness, it is so nice to be able to do that.

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