the summer months

The past few months have felt like a whirlwind. On the day of our april baby's due date I found out I was pregnant. I'll never forget that feeling of hope on a day of grief, and what felt like such a surreal moment. There is beauty in pain, and I'll never stop learning that; or rather you can't know beauty without knowing the hard times. 

I'm not one for a lot of pregnancy updates on social media, but I do love looking back and reading how I felt through big moments, so if you find this, here's how we're doing. She's due in december. Will felt her kick for the first time the other night, so many new things that fascinate us. Like how she's already wedged in my heart so tightly and I just can't wait to meet her. She's a night owl like both of us, the only time I can feel her is 11pm and on. I pretty much slept through the whole first trimester and felt like I was coming out of a cloud of haze when I entered the second trimester. At about twelve weeks I felt her, which is super early on, her little kicks. Having gone through loss and anxiety I look forward to it and feel so reassured to feel her. 

I dont know what the next few months will entail, but as december edges closer and closer I feel lucky to see her and know her more.