Are you sitting down? Because you are going to need to stop what you’re doing to make it through this post. Remember when this used to be a straight-up mom blog and we talked about daily life, little kid milestones, and everything in between? At some point, the girls grew up and we had to start sharing different parts of our lives and learn to relate to our readers in completely different ways. I had no intentions of returning to our roots, but you know what they say about the best laid plans. It looks like Taz + Belly is getting an old-school reboot in the form of baby number three?!
I’ve been the very worst blogger this year, but it is not without its reasons. We discovered several weeks ago that we had made a significant error in calendar calculations and despite our perceived inability to get pregnant with no medical intervention, we managed to align the stars perfectly. I’ve been quoted recently as saying Jesus himself would have to come to us in a vision and that is pretty much exactly what happened. I tried to keep up with the blog for the first week or so, but it’s really hard to talk about what’s going on in your life when you can’t talk about what is actually going on in your life. I feel like if I could’ve said I’M SICK or I’M EXHAUSTED or I’M OVERWHELMED WITH ANXIETY then I could have kept things going, but instead I decided to take a few weeks off and just try to survive. I’ve gotten so many messages about where I went and if I’m okay and I’ve tried my best to deflect without spilling the beans. We’re all thrilled to be able to shed the secrecy today and fully embrace our new normal.
Speaking of new normal, this is how we currently appear on the outside,
but this is much closer to reality. I’m terrified and shocked and completely overwhelmed. Josh is stoked and hilarious and when he’s not laughing at me, he’s taking the very best care of our family. Sophie is giddy and has said my mom is pregnant no less than one thousand times, in private. Ella is clingy and cuddly and wants to be touching me at all times. Basically, it’s everything I never knew I wanted.
So here I am, thirty-eight years old and eight weeks pregnant. Thrilled, terrified, and incredibly overwhelmed with how the next eight months (and subsequent eighteen years) will look.
I’m planning on sharing a Q+A post next week to answer all of your questions, so if there is anything you’d like to know about the last eight weeks or the next eight months, fire away!
