I’ve been wanting to write this post for a long time but I was always afraid to do just that. I didn’t know what feelings I would be unearthing (btw, its lots of tears) or how all of you would react. But a big part of my change of heart was wanting to share more of myself and wanting to be less afraid of what I share. So here I go. Be gentle with my heart, friends.
My desire to write this post started out with me wanting to share with all of you my journey to become gluten free. But as I began thinking about my decision to become gluten free, I realized that my story wasn’t simply about food. It was more about my journey of infertility. And as terrifying as it is to write this post, I know I am not alone. Though often, I feel very, very alone. Infertility is not something that people talk about. I guarantee that at least one couple you know is struggling with infertility. But you might not know it. The culture of shame and pain behind infertility is what keeps most of us quiet. But we have no reason to be ashamed. One of the things that has helped me the most is wonderful, dear friends who have opened up to me to let me know that they have or are going through the beast of infertility right beside me. In case you don’t have those friends, I’ll be that friend for you. That is what made me truly decide to write this post. For all of us who feel alone. And more importantly, that is why I will hit that terrifying “publish” button.
Holy moley guys. The last time I posted was almost a whole month ago. Yikes!! My unintentional break was because of… well… life. And my 2 left feet. Can’t forget those. They are what made my short 1 week break into a month long break.
The past 3 weeks have been the busiest of the entire year. And that is saying something because we are normally pretty busy. It started with my aunt and uncle coming in for a short visit. Fifteen minutes before we were supposed to leave for the airport to pick them up, I tripped and fell. And it wasn’t your average trip and fall. After all, I am my father’s daughter. That’s a reference to where I gained my 2 left feet. My father had a history of bad accidents (Nail through the hand. Claw of hammer to forehead. Catching a softball with mouth… twice… once resulting in temporary amnesia. Me cutting off his finger… oops. THEY REATTACHED IT!)
I couldn’t quite get my hand under me fast enough to catch myself. This resulted in my fingers bending all the way back to touch my arm. After yelling for the hubs and trying to breath through the insane amount of pain, we rushed off to urgent care. David had to leave me there while he continued on to the airport. A few x-rays later, they said they were unsure if I broke it but I definitely tore a bunch of tendons. Yippee. And yes, I’m a righty. I was left unable to use any of my fingers to cut my food, write, type, or do just about anything with my right hand. Imagine what a joy I was to be around! Please ignore the toilet paper stuck to my shoe. You are lucky I was able to even get some off the roll. Let alone pull up my pants.
So… I’ve been MIA for the last week or two. I have a good reason for that. It’s this face. That one right there in that picture. This little girl is to blame. Everyone… meet Ruby. Ruby is the newest little addition to our family who joined us in the beginning of February. She is adorable and sweet and quite a handful. But I guess that is what you get with a 9 week old puppy.
Hey guys!! Hi! Hi! Remember me?? I took a few weeks off over the holidays while we were visiting family in Chicago. We had a great time and it was sad to go. But it was a good thing we left before the subzero temps and wind chills they have been getting this week!
Alright peeps. I’ve gotten many emails from you wonderful people asking to see some wedding pictures. Well happy-my-anniversary to you because it is about to get all mushy up in here. If you want to avoid the mush-fest… leave now……………….. Okay. I think all the love-scrooges are gone now. Time for picture palooza!
Three years ago today I was in the middle of the most amazing day of my life. Three years ago today, I married the love of my life, best friend, and leader. It was a balmy (compared to the current temps in Chicago!) 17 degrees outside with a light dusting of snow. The day was a dream.
Hello all! I’m back! Did you miss me?? I’ve been missing you all so terribly! Sometimes a break from the blog can be nice but I’m excited to get back to it! The past week has been a whirlwind of packing and unpacking and painting and cleaning. It has been crazy. I thought I would stop in to give you all a little update on our move!
Last Thursday we went and signed our lives away and we closed on our new home! Yippee! Hooray!! They gave us keys and everything! That made it all official!