On July 1st last year we discovered we were pregnant. We hadn’t been actively trying so the news came as a bit of a shock. Before we’d even adjusted to the news, I started having complications. Within 6 days I was in the hospital for emergency surgery due to a ruptured fallopian tube. What a scary, crazy time. My husband was beside himself with the idea of losing us both. I’m grateful I am ok, and while I wanted to bring that little tyke into the world, I believe things unfolded as they did for some cosmic reason.
This tiny life gave us many gifts. It brought my husband and his father back into a relationship and has motivated me to take better care of my body in preparation to try again.
So while we’re not trying yet, I’ve lost 25 pounds and am almost ready to tackle removing nicotine from my life (again). I know now I have to do these things for myself first, which is another lesson I’ve learned from all that has transpired.
