I have some very exciting news to share with everyone here...
A year ago last month, we went through one of the most devastating events of our lives. A year of trying, with no light at the end of the tunnel. And yesterday, after one extremely long year, we have finally received some of the greatest news of our lives...
I am pregnant again... 💛
At a week late, my husband and I both pretty much knew that I was pregnant. We went and bought a test; we found out within seconds. I am so ecstatic, and eternally grateful to God for finally answering our prayer! 🙏
We have invited a few family members to celebrate the news with us 🎉 One person we shall NOT be telling, is my mother-in-law.
When we told her the news of my second pregnancy, her eyes nearly bulged out of her head as she yelled, "Don't you two know how to prevent this kind of thing from happening?!" That was her reaction to the existence of her now second granddaughter.
When I approached her during my third pregnancy, sobbing that I thought I was going through a miscarriage, her eyes nervously darted back and forth, obviously eager to be rid of the confrontation. "Uhh, I-I dunno. I've never gone through anything like that, you should go to the hospital. Sorry!" No hug, no sympathy, no genuine concern for the baby nor myself (the "sorry" was in regards to how useless she was). So, due to her past reactions, she no longer gets to celebrate the creation of life with us.
I told my aunt and Nana; they are both VERY excited, congratulated us, prayed that everything will be okay... I told my Dad; his reaction was similar, congratulations and take 'er easy!
My Mom's message was a bit more conservative... "So what's the plan? You can't be in that apartment with TWO kids, let alone three." She also expressed concern about my health (I had hyperemesis gravidarum the entire 9 months of my second pregnancy, and extremely sick with my third as well. Lost a lot of weight). I understand that she is primarily coming from a place of concern, but she then began using it as an opportunity to bash my husband, and inform me, ONCE AGAIN, that she doesn't respect him.
I immediately cut it off. I told her, "Mom, this really wasn't the reaction I had hoped for -- you haven't even said congratulations! It is a privilege to be included in this news. Our problems are our own to worry about. Our circumstances may not be ideal, but my last pregnancy ended with our baby passing away. We are grateful for this child, and we want you to be, too."
I think she read the room (for the most part). I know that my Mom has her reservations. Again, I recognize that our situation is not ideal. But I have faith that things will work out. I have always been taken care of in this life; God has always kept me safe. I just really wish I could receive the support that I need from my Mom...
