I’ve chosen words for the upcoming each each December since I started blogging.
This year was hard for me. I’m like the 800th person to ever say it, but I just don’t feel like I have as much to write about that is interesting to anyone else now that I have Mini. I’m happy, I’m exhausted, I’m mostly at peace with my life. My thought was that I’d spend the next year working on getting a little bit of “me” back.
Yesterday that changed. Yesterday morning, I sat in an ultrasound room with Manly and watched the flicker of a new heartbeat dance across the screen.
I’m due on August 10.
And it’s obvious now the word for this year: blessing.