A new reason to write, and a better reason to live

When I begin this blog, it was an opportunity to write little anecdotes about my thought and feelings about pregnancy. It was a handful of short notes about the beginning of a long journey. That journey took a detour that nobody saw coming.
On the evening of Wednesday Feb 29th, at 25 weeks pregnant, and being only 26 year old, I had a stroke.
For the lack of better phrase, I am still "rapping my head" around this fact. I am healthy, young and had a sharp mind, and besides stroke happen to old people. Strokes are what happen to people at my grandmothers church, or someone you hear about who was a former Odd Fellows member with my grandfather. No me. Not someone like me, in my prime, and definitely not someone 6 months pregnant. But here I am. I am writing this blog, the first one in a while, from my hospital bed.
The 2 bit of information that I think are most important are these.
1. My baby Girl is fine, and will live to her full term inside me, and once she is born she will be as beautiful and perfect as I can possible imagine.
and
2. I too will eventually be fine. I have a long road ahead of me with a lot of work and sometimes frustrations, but I can do it.
If this has taught me anything the past 5 days, is that I am so NOT alone. I am so incredibly blessed with with the best support network anyone could ask for. And the lead ringer of the group of most amazing people a person could be luck to know, has been my husband. He has been my rock since this started, and I know with him, and everyone else, in my corner, I am going to come out of this better and stronger than I was before.
That is my promise.

Mystery Solved

Dear Peanut,

You're a GIRL! I went to the Dr. this morning and got to see you for the first time since you were 9 weeks. You are developing just as you should be, and you have already got that big ole Provin noggin :)
I saw your brain and heart and spine, along with your fingers and toes. Although you were extremely wiggly, so I am guessing you are taking after me in not liking to have your picture taken.
Your Papa is so excited about you. He was all grins as we walked out to the parking lot, and was looking forward to sharing the good news with everyone at work.
Then your Grandma and I went shopping :)
You are going to be the best dressed kid in all the south side!

Your picture is up on our fridge, and I am already looking forward to the next time I get to see that big head of yours!

Love you so much, my little Sofia Michelle

Fashion Non Sence

Dr Peanut,

It's starting to happen. You are begining to make yourself known to the world via my waistline. So far others have only known of your exsistance by word of mouth and a grainy photo of you as a 27mm long lump, but last night as I went to put on a favorite pair of jeans, they just wouldn't quite button. This brings about mixed emotions. On one hand I am excited that you are growing and stretching and making yourself at home. On the other hand this means that maternity pants are quickly around the corner.
I didn't think I would dread maternity clothes, then Christmas happened. Santa Claus(who, let me say, can be brutually honest at times) brought me 2 pairs of maternity pants, and let me just say ugh....
While I am not excited about looking like a frumpy hippy for a few months, and though I have been reassured that they do make clothes much cuter than those bestowed on me by St. Nick, in the end know that I would wear burlap sack so long as it ensured your health, comfort and development.

With so much love,
Your Mama

p.s. We get to see you on Monday, so be sure to pick up your room and wash behind your ears, because this is the big day when we find out if your our son or daughter! xoxo