I am so new at this.
At blogging, yes. But also at being a mom, and let me tell you, it is amazing. But amazing can be an adjective for a lot of situations. It’s amazingly rewarding, amazingly weird, amazingly tough, and definitely amazingly gross.
Again, I’m new at this. I like to write, but haven’t really pursued it until now. Let me start at the beginning.
I married my husband, DJ, in 2015. If I do say so myself, we were (are?) a seriously fun couple. We had so much fun dating, so much fun planning our wedding, and way too much fun (in all the best ways) at our actual wedding. DJ is a great husband and we have a super strong relationship, but he deserves a blog post all his own.
Anyway, we got married in 2015. Then we went on our honeymoon to Hawaii in early 2016, and had way too many Mai Tais…
And a few weeks later we found out we were having a baby. It was such a thrilling feeling. I remember going on a walk the night we found out. I made DJ run to the grocery store after work because I had taken a pregnancy test when I got home from teaching, and it was positive. We took a TON of tests that night and it was real. We were pregnant. Due to my mom’s history of fertility and so many friends with fertility issues, I guess I just assumed that I would have a hard time getting pregnant. More on that later. But we were pregnant and so happy!
Fast forward a year and we have a healthy baby girl named Claire. She was such a good baby and we had so much fun as new parents, but we were also stressed out..LIKE CRAZY STRESSED OUT! I still wanted more babies, but man, pregnancy and the postpartum period was tough for me. I also decided if I was going to have any more babies, it was going to be now or never. So we tried and there I was pregnant again.
I told DJ he didn’t have to come to our first ultrasound. I had a new doctor, but I had been through this before. Yes, I was pregnant. Yes, I know how this appointment goes. Yes, we know we want to do this, this, and this.
Wait. Why are we going to an ultrasound room? Why can’t you hear my baby’s heartbeat? Why does your face look like that…?!
My sweet doctor, who probably hadn’t heard anyone swear like she was about to, told me, “Jana, you aren’t just having one baby. You’re having two!”
Then out spilled about a million swear words and a lot of tears. Like, seriously, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. Again, another post for this story.
So here we are. My sweet, sweet family. DJ, my two year old Claire, and two 4 month old twin boys, Jack and Liam. This is our story, our life, my place to stay sane, and all the things in between. Enjoy and please comment if you like my posts! If you don’t, keep it to yourself.