Have you ever had to hold a secret for so long, that you just couldn’t anymore? And you were so afraid of saying something, that you decided to just say nothing?
Well…that’s been me the past few weeks. And that’s the biggest reason why my blog has gone a bit more silent than usual.
I haven’t been secretive, at least not until after the fact, about my struggles to conceive Witchlette. It felt a bit shameful to be a 27 year old who was otherwise healthy but was “broken” and couldn’t have children. But it was something that was overcome and made me stronger, and quite a bit more stubborn and direct. In the end, it worked out wonderfully because I have my wonderful, intelligent, independent, playful, happy, beautiful, healthy daughter.
Apparently Mother Frigg and Lady Danu decided I was a fit vessel to go again. As my best friend said, “This is the Universe’s way of saying, ‘You did great! Here, have another!'”
Witchlette, Hubby, and I will be welcoming Baby 2- Witchling for the purposes of this blog- in September.
We are over the Moon thrilled to be parents to another little life. Witchlette is already starting to prepare. I am two weeks into the second trimester (15 weeks) and it is waaaaay too early to really start driving the point home to Witchlette of Baby, but we talk about Baby at least once a day. We are continuing with our Dr. Seuss obsession and already have wall art of One Fish Two Fish to go up in the room. Witchlette knows what they are and what they’re for- she proudly calls them “Baby’s fish”.
It feels pretty good this time around to be more or less following the Wheel…growing with the Spring, nice and plump and ripening through the summer, and Baby is due the day after Mabon, so coming into the world at the harvest.