7 Years in the Making

In spite of the fact that I love writing, words often fail me. Sometimes, they seem too limiting, too impotent and incapable of conveying the realities I want to share with you. This isn't my first attempt to write this blog post. And I'm realizing words just can't capture everything I'd like to say.

So let me just get to it.

After nearly 8 years of married life and working HARD to reach our goals...we finally made it.

The journey certainly has been a long one!

But finally, every change we embraced, all the discipline we've lived under, all the labor we've put into creating a stable life and the effort we've put into improving my health has finally paid off.

It was for this that we uprooted ourselves and moved 1,000 km away from friends and family.

It was in hopes of this that we dove deep into dealing with my health and poured thousands of dollars into appointments and healing my body even more.

It was for the love of this that we saved every penny, bought land and built a mold-free, 1200 sq foot home in the countryside.

It was with this in mind that we invested LOTS of time into learning to grow, raise and preserve our own food, so we could keep nourishing meals on the table year-round and build balanced bodies.

We've spent so many years working toward this goal that it's difficult to believe we're finally here!

My man is so excited. And I'm anxiously waiting to feel the first kick in the womb.

For the past 7+ years, our lives have revolved around making this goal possible. And now that we're finally here, we're struggling to wrap our minds around it all.

Have we actually made it? Have we really won the race with age and time? Are we truly in a place where we don't have to grind it out anymore? To live each day with a sense of pressure and focused direction?

If all goes according to plan, we're going to have a wee babe in early autumn. There's a part of me that's still living in disbelief.

Sometimes, I still struggle to wrap my mind around the reality of the new life growing inside of me. Sometimes, I just feel like a woman who has low energy and an expanding belly. Other days, I feel like I don't know what to focus on without the goal of starting a family looming over me!

But then there are days when I can believe it and immense relief floods over me.

We made it.

After years of working hard, stabilizing our lives and building my health, we made it.

The doctor's report shows that our half-grown baby is healthy. And that the placenta is top and front side, which is why I haven't felt movement in the womb yet. Regardless, we know the wee one is there, kicking its legs, waving its tiny arms and growing like crazy.

My man says this child was 7 years in the making. And I whole-heartedly agree. That's exactly what it feels like!

Wee one, you never will know the years of self denial and the discipline we lived under, just so we could have you.

You'll never grasp how hard we worked to get here, so we could offer you a healthier mother and an environment with a bit more stability.

Most parents just decide to up and have children. But you? We worked for you for 7 years. And now that you're here, growing in my womb, I can hardly believe the seemingly endless efforts have paid off.

We're here. And so are you.

And we can't wait to actually meet you.