Last night we told both of our families that Emily is almost 16 weeks pregnant with our little bundle of joy. It's been a long, exhausting but hopeful six months since Emily started this journey with us.
I'm excited to tell the rest of the world today via Facebook and Instagram but on the same hand my heart aches for those who are still struggling through their battle with infertility. I don't want to surprise them, I don't want to be boastful and I certainly don't want to add to their hurt-- and I know it hurts, from my own experiences.
I've thought about this a lot in the last month knowing this day was soon coming. I want to celebrate and be thrilled to share our news but I certainly also want to sit next to my good friend who hasn't been blessed yet with a child and give her a hug and cry with her because it's just not fair.
I share this news today hoping it won't hurt, and also hoping it may bring light to such a dark subject or hope to the most devastated heart out there.
For years now Logan and I have ached, we've sacrificed, we've tried again and again to the point of exhaustion and little hope. We've fought harder for this than anything else in our lives. We have become fighters.
We found out that the night can only last for so long, whatever you're facing, if your heart is breaking, there's a promise for the ones who just hold on. You're going to make it. We know it.
