Once we hit the halfway mark, we finally felt comfortably enough to take a deep breathe and acknowledge that this was really happening. I was finally pregnant.
We decided it was time to announce our pregnancy to everyone. I was hoping to be able to tell people in person. So many people had seen me at my worst for so long, I wanted them to experience our joy as well. Unfortunately, Covid-19 had other plans, so we decided that one giant social media post would have to suffice. Putting those words on the screen -we were expecting our miracle- seemed so surreal. I stared at the post over and over again, in awe at just how much we have been through.
Within seconds, the congratulation replies began flooding in. It was comforting to have so many friends, family, and acquaintances acknowledge our struggles and celebrate along with us.
A few days later, my mom notified us that we should be receiving a package on Saturday and to make sure we are home to accept it (not that we were going anywhere during a pandemic). On Saturday the 11th around noon, Jeff and I were cleaning out our basement (nesting) and my mom came over to tell us to go outside. She put two chairs in the front lawn and some signs to celebrate our amazing news! A parade of cars started honking their horns and driving past. After feeling like we were fighting a losing battle alone for so long, it was nice to have the support of family and friends behind us.
“She says: We’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got
‘Cause it doesn’t make a difference if we make it or not
We’ve got each other and that’s a lot for love –
We’ll give it a shot
Wooah
We’re half way there
Woah-oh
Livin’ on a prayer
Take my hand and we’ll make it
I swear, livin’ on a prayer”
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