About this time last year, I wrote a post about getting engaged, which is crazy to me now. In a little over a year, Chad and I got engaged, married and pregnant. Evidently, when we decide to do something, we jump right in.
We moved from Virginia to Florida. I quit my job, because who wants to hire a pregnant military spouse? No one, that's who. But thankfully, writing opportunities have continued to come my way, and when people ask me what I do, I can honestly say now that I'm a freelance writer.
Pregnancy, meanwhile, has been ... interesting. I have wanted to be a mother ever since I can remember, and I'm so overjoyed that I'm able to fulfill that dream. Which is why I feel so guilty when I say that I haven't really enjoyed pregnancy like I thought I would.
I haven't had a traumatic experience. In fact, things have gone pretty well, when you consider how uncomfortable it is to grow another human inside you. Just this week though, I think I hit the pregnancy wall. I was a little anxious about giving birth, because of course I read the NPR/Propublica report about maternal death rates in America, and immediately assumed the worst. However, I'm totally over that now and just would like this baby to be born sooner rather than later.
All in all, I feel justified in saying it's been a whirlwind year. Even though I just complained about being pregnant, I wouldn't trade these last uncomfortable weeks for anything. I've been truly blessed this year, and I'm so grateful for it.