No plans are ever set in stone…
Something we have learned so very much on our latest trip through Canada and the U.S. We were in Seattle with my cousin, Jenny, when I received a call from my mom. Our grandma had a stroke. Oh my gosh. What do we do? We are so far away. A little while later the phone rings again… the medicine grandma was given had a bad effect and she didn’t make it. Stillness, tears, realization. I’m so far away.
After flying home to spend time with family and to lay grandma in her final resting place it’s back to the Pacific Northwest. I land in Portland and only days later I can tell something isn’t normal. I’m being pulled back towards home. Food is tasting weird. I’m sore in odd places. We extend our stay in Portland to make more travel plans. We make a reservation at our favorite restaurant, The Blossoming Lotus, and I have this feeling we shouldn’t be ordering a bottle of wine. After three positive tests, I start to believe the results.
We are having a baby.
What? This wasn’t the plan. We extend our stay in Portland again. Rearrange our plans. Take a blood test. Also positive. Time to be grown ups…
After a few cold days camping in Bend, OR we realize the plan we made wasn’t going to work. It was time to start adulting; which I’ve been running away from as long as I can remember. There was something deep inside of me that has been pulling me back towards the heartland where I never really planned on returning.
Each day brings us a little closer to the day we bring our first child into the world and we can’t wait to meet the little one but in the meantime I will be keeping my belly bump safe and we will be securing a wonderful place to bring this new life into.
As our big adventure comes to an end our greatest adventure begins… it is more than I could have ever asked for and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for our future family of three (I mean four, don’t forget that crazy husky :).
Lots of love to you and yours,