Mama-hood on Pause
Our daughter turned three months yesterday, which is so hard to believe. Being a mother is more than I ever imagined it would be. Before Z joined the world, I felt as though a piece of me were missing; as though there were some hole in my soul. Since her birth, that hole is no more - in fact, I feel fuller than I ever have in my entire life. Last February, I found out we were expecting. I was over the moon ecstatic about this new life that was forming inside of me. I had a bit of morning sickness and I didn't feel quite right, but chalked that up to typical early pregnancy (I'd never been pregnant before!). Then one morning at work, just a little after 8am, I was taking my potty break (I was drinking a lot of water to help this little baby grow as healthy as possible) when I saw blood in my underwear. I quickly tried to rationalize to myself that this was just spotting, which I read (after some internet searching) is sometimes typical. However, the part of me that is a hyp