This past year was interesting. It started out rough for me. I was dealing with some personal family stuff and it was just a lot to handle. Slowly as the year progressed, we were able to work through so much of it and move forward a stronger family unit than ever. Which was a great thing!
March was a rough month in particular because days after the anniversary of my mother's death, I lost my mentor. Losing her at that time was devistating, especially because we didn't see it coming. She was a third grandmother to me and I couldn't have survived the last five years without her love and support. It took me a long time to recover from that loss, and there are still days when the grief washes over me like a rouge wave. That's the thing about grief; it manages to catch you unaware months and years after the initial loss. It never truly goes away.
Fast forward to April, when we took an amazing vacation. The highlight of the spring as far as I'm concerned. It was great to reset and prepare for the rest of the year, and a great way to reconnect with my amazing husband.
And then we got to June. Oh June, you amazing month. Right before Father's Day I got to tell my amazing husband that next Father's Day is going to be a little more special for him. And pretty much right after that morning sickness yuckiness hit with a vengeance. Worst. Summer. Ever. Most of my summer was spent on the couch trying not to throw up with the AC blasting and an ice pack on my head. Plans were canceled, we left weddings early, and I had to give concert tickets away. It was a fun time.
But then we managed to make it through until the fall. And now here we are post holidays (finally) getting ready to meet our little one in the next few months, whenever she decides to make her grand entrance. And man oh man the adoption issues are in their glory right now. Full on adoptee panic attacks are not fun. Luckily my amazing husband has been around long enough to get that he's going to have to make some adjustments to make me happy and not freaking out. It's fun.
So that's been my year for the most part. At this point I'm trucking along, hoping for all the good things to come, and working my way through lots of scary things that the hormones like to exaggerate. A good therapist really helps... To Be Continued.