39 Days Remain

Minimum.

Can I do it? Yes. Do I want to? Absolutely not.

It’s only been six days and I’m already feeling like I’m running out of places to stick myself on my belly. I’ve never been more thankful for my spare tire. For those of you that don’t know, it’s more comfortable to inject meds into a piece of blubber than just skin. 😬 fancy, right?

Life is too short to be so strict. Eat a donut.

So now I’m debating on whether or not I should fatten up for the next 39 days of torture. Cheeseburger or salad? I went to Cinnabon today. C’mon, nobody can walk past Cinnabon🙄. We actually went to the mall to find our little Bea a light jacket for Fall. We don’t have anything other than sweatshirts ready to put on her if it gets cold super fast. I just happened to walk past and decided that was going to be my dinner. I did shame Dave into getting one with me. It’s part of my job as a wife ya know, to shame my husband. 😂. Not really but, I get a good laugh every time he falls for it.

Anywho, I have about 22 more days of one medication only to start another, still with needles so, there’s no break there. I add in three more things along the way but, thankfully they are pills. The things women have to do sometimes to have babies is just sad. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful. It’s just really hard.

There will come a time in the next few weeks where I want to discuss a few things. They’ve been on my heart for quite some time, probably the majority of last 12 years. I’ve learned a lot on this journey to motherhood and a lot of it has to do with people saying the wrong things to me as I struggled. My desire is to help you be sensitive to people who may be in a dark place or on a fast road there. The words we speak to others have an impact on their lives. I need to spend some time praying about it and asking for the words and the way to say it. Some of it really burns me up sometimes and because I’m Italian, it always just sounds like I’m yelling. 😆 if I’m being honest, sometimes I am yelling. Righteous anger? Lol.

My favorite Italian meme – “I’m not yelling, I’m Italian. It’s how we talk!”

I haven’t had much time in the kitchen recently to make homemade things but, I have not forgotten. I’ll get in there soon and share some recipes with you. I look forward to the times I can create things for my family and friends. It brings me peace and in times like these, the more I can create, the less stress I feel.

Life can be difficult. Do something that brings you joy. Do something that brings someone else joy. ♥️

If I can pray for you, let me know. That’s always a nice break away from “me” and I love sitting in His presence so, lay it on me. Pretty sure my email is on here somewhere so, you can use that too.

“Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.” Romans 12:12

Stay fancy – Jennie B