The day I found out I was pregnant with Noah, I started a baby blog. So many people had been praying for us to conceive after two years of infertility and multiple surgeries, I couldn't wait to tell everyone, but the thought of repeating the same information over and over was daunting. See, the very day I found out I was expecting, I encountered my first complication, and I was desperate for support and prayers that I wouldn't miscarry. My progesterone was four. Girls typically start their cycle with a level that low. My body was basically telling itself to shed my lining, and that would have been catastrophic because there was precious cargo in there.
It went like this:
We are so excited to be expecting after so long of trying to have a baby and so many health problems. We are thankful for the timing, which is perfect in respects to me finishing school. We go for our first ultrasound on Monday and are hoping to be able to hear the heartbeat. We're still a little on edge with the low progesterone, but we have to put our faith in the Lord, which has already blessed us with a pregnancy. The clothing sale is going on at AFBC, and I plan to look around tomorrow. Shots are frustrating because it's hard to get the progesterone in the needle....and Chad gets squirmish, but he's doing great. Hurricane Ivan made landfall today. There have been so many hurricanes already since we have conceived this baby. We were in Hilton Head right before Frances hit, and we thought I may be pregnant, but we brushed that idea off because we were so used to not being so lucky. Gosh, we can't wait to meet our little one. I don't know how we will make it another 8 months. We spent the first one not even knowing we were expecting. Amanda is so excited. She is bringing me some maternity clothes tomorrow. That's enough for tonight.
But spoiler alert as to how that turned out...Noah turned eleven a week ago.
Blogging about him came naturally. It's how I managed to make it through some of the most trying times of my life (and his). A year or two ago, I looked at my backup of that blog and realized I had about 80,000 words written in the first three years of his life before I quit. I'll publish that blog along with a book about all we've been through when he gets older in hopes of helping others avoid the trauma we've been through. But for now, some of the wounds are too fresh, and it's tucked away in a safe place - a hidden treasure.
My point is I'm capable of blogging regularly when I have a purpose. It's something I've wanted to do since becoming an "official" author, but I had no clue what to say, what to talk about. Funny because I'm quite chatty.
This weekend, I was in Five and Below with my family walking to the check out counter to buy Noah new headphones for his birthday when my eyes saw this book called 300 Writing Prompts. It's supposed to be a journal where you hand-write your entries, but my hands get tired because of the mito, and I knew when I saw it, this book was the challenge I'd been searching for. I wish it was 365 writing prompts so I could do one each day for a year, but maybe y'all could supply the other 65 prompts/questions.
Some days may not be long depending on my life. And if I don't have access to the internet, I'm going to write them in my book and transfer them to the computer later. But regardless, my goal is to write an entry for the next 300 days (at least).
Because I'm tackling some of the areas in my life where I've felt like I couldn't do something, and I want to prove myself wrong. I know I can blog. The question is can I do it consistently? Can I finish this task?
That's where you come in to play because I'm hoping you'll read, comment, and hold me accountable.
Also, I'm hoping to have some guest bloggers, interviews, etc., on the blog soon. These are all goals I've had for myself for some time, and I'm finally ready to tackle them, check them off, and make some new goals for myself.
So, tomorrow, I'm going to start with prompt one. That's all I have for now.