I've honestly been holding it together pretty well over the last few days. I haven't shed a tear or really worried too much about this pregnancy.
Until this morning.
At church we sang, "Blessed be your name." As soon as I saw the words on the screen, I knew I was going to lose it. This song always reminds me of early in my pregnancy with Jack. So, I sat in the pew and had a good cry and was able to pull it back together before the lights came on. The words have never been truer, though.
When we got home, I was tired and cranky and I'm just feeling down overall. I'm thankful that Kyle took Jack with him to baseball open gym tonight, because I think he's capable of being a better parent right now than I am. I'm using these two hours to pray and pull myself back together.
Only a handful of people know that I'm pregnant. I miss being able to openly blog about it. I started this blog on the day I found out I was pregnant with Jack and only 3 or 4 people read it at that time. Not so much anymore.
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