That's exactly how I feel so far. Every time someone asks me how I am feeling, comments on my tiny baby bump or shrieks with excitement when they find out I have been blessed with twins, I still can't believe we are discussing little ol me. I guess that's what infertility does to ones psyche. Mr. Type B continues to encourage me to enjoy every second of being pregnant, and believe me the invite to eternal pregnancy bliss is quite enticing, but the fear of somehow failing again keeps creeping in.
I know there are several other pregnant infertiles out there, so tell me, will there ever come a time when I'll be bold enough to throw the heartache and trepidation out the window and fully embrace the incredible miracle of life?
Please don't misinterpret this post as being even the least bit ungrateful; that couldn't be any further from the truth. I am still in awe over the fact that I have life growing inside of me. I feel so loved by God, that even after all of this time and all of my doubting, it was part of His plan all along to make me a mother. Incredible.
I hope many of you join me on my journey to one of the best blessings this life has to offer. It is my desire to bring a renewed sense of calm and encouragement to all of you who are still on your journey to that coveted positive pregnancy test (I was that person not too long ago). And to discuss all of the crazy emotions associated with pregnancy and motherhood with all of you who are in my shoes or are lucky enough to already be cradling a miracle(s) in your arms.
