Betrothed Babies Blog

Sometimes about babies, sometimes about us, always cathartic



40 weeks

File this under the ‘be careful what you wish for’ category.

Today, I am 40 weeks pregnant. Today is my due date. And today I feel I am no closer to meeting this baby than I was three weeks ago.

To preface, I know I’m blessed and I know I’m lucky and I 100% do not take this baby or pregnancy for granted. So please don’t take this blog as anything less than a super stressed out, very pregnant woman sharing some real thoughts that I’m sure are not specific to me.  Continue reading “40 weeks”

Immaculate Conception Miracles

Today is one of my favorite Catholic feast days – the feast of the Immaculate Conception – the day when Mary said “yes” to being Jesus’ mother.***(see edit)

“Do not be afraid, Mary,
for you have found favor with God.
Behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son,
and you shall name him Jesus.
He will be great and will be called Son of the Most High,
and the Lord God will give him the throne of David his father,
and he will rule over the house of Jacob forever,
and of his Kingdom there will be no end.”
But Mary said to the angel,
“How can this be,
since I have no relations with a man?”
And the angel said to her in reply,
“The Holy Spirit will come upon you,
and the power of the Most High will overshadow you.
Therefore the child to be born
will be called holy, the Son of God.
And behold, Elizabeth, your relative,
has also conceived a son in her old age,
and this is the sixth month for her who was called barren;
for nothing will be impossible for God.”
Mary said, “Behold, I am the handmaid of the Lord.
May it be done to me according to your word.”

As I was playing the piano for Mass this morning, feeling very pregnant, I had a few reflections.  The line “for nothing will be impossible for God” always gets me.  When dealing with infertility, so much seems “impossible.”  Becoming a mom was seeming impossible.  Biological children were impossible.  My dreams were becoming impossible.  But this line – nothing is impossible with God – still gets me.   Continue reading “Immaculate Conception Miracles”

Due Date

Yesterday was my due date for the baby I miscarried.  Yesterday I could’ve been in the hospital holding a screaming baby in my arms, and today Vincent and Z could be meeting their newest brother or sister.  But I didn’t feel sad, and I don’t feel sad.  I didn’t feel much of anything except an acknowledgement of the day, and I continued on with my life. Continue reading “Due Date”

Sacrificial Love

So, I had my second ultrasound.  Once again, everything went well.  We saw a baby with a heartbeat.  I’m carrying life.  There’s a little person growing inside of me.

I’ve noticed many similarities between this pregnancy and the previous one, but I’ve also noticed enough differences to continue to be optimistic.

I’ve been feeling more pregnant this time – way super tired and nauseous – something I didn’t really ever feel before.  Also, when I went in for my ultrasound, they gave me a due date of 1/6/17 which is what I figured it would be based on the date of my last menstrual cycle.  The last time they gave me a due date farther back than I expected which (as I look back on it) makes me think that the baby wasn’t growing as it should have been already. Continue reading “Sacrificial Love”

I’m Pregnant

I wasn’t going to write this, at least not now, not this early, but it’s just not my style to stay quiet, especially with my body and my story.

I’m pregnant. Continue reading “I’m Pregnant”

Just like that

I was pregnant. And now I’m not.

Just like that.

I suppose I should back up and start at the beginning. Because I write about adoption, not pregnancy. Bridgette is the BBB author who can get pregnant. I have a 1% chance. Apparently I am the 1%. Continue reading “Just like that”

Keely Kangaroo’s Birth Story

I feel as if I have started this post a half dozen times over the last few weeks. I had every intention of writing it right after Keely was born, but if you’re a mom then you know that even plans with the best intentions don’t always happen. So now here I am on the first night of Keely officially in her room and I’m really writing her birth story. It feels like a weird turn of fate. Continue reading “Keely Kangaroo’s Birth Story”

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