Posting small snippets of our adventures on social media, I've received countless messages saying how "brave" I was to take our little one out of the house every now and again. With encouragement from my husband, I've slowly become more and more comfortable taking T our and about...with limitations of course!
A little under two weeks ago we gave birth to a smiling, hairy baby boy and fell completely in love. We went with the intention of birthing in a birth centre with little to no pain intervention and a possible tub birth, but our little King had other plans for us!
If you haven't followed us on Facebook yet, I can break the news to you that we are having a bouncing baby boy come October 1st! The wives club here in England were amazing in putting together this beautiful English-themed baby shower equipped with scones, fingers sandwiches, and the traditional English spirit, Pimm's!
Sure, there are countless celebrations, proud moments, and smiles like any family. But there are also a great amount of painful transitions, separations, and an increased likelihood of loss. Phew! That got real!
When I was a military brat growing up in Fort Hood, TX, I met this other kid in a similar situation: Small town. Military background. Lived right up the street from me. We went to high school together, dated, parted, and then for some weird reason in our late twenties, reconnected...