Sierra V. Fedorko

By the title you’ve seen...I’m pregnant! Our third baby is due this November mere days before Thanksgiving.

As one of my dearest friends said, “a Thanksgiving baby sounds just like the perfect story for you.”

She’s right.

I love Thanksgiving. I love that time of year. By mid-summer I’m already looking at Thanksgiving tablescapes on Pinterest and inviting friends. This year will be different with a little baby in tow, but I wonder at what beauty is in store with a tiny babe in my arms and pieced together festivities however imperfect.

There is so much joy now and in the forecast, but it has also come with its difficulties.

It has been a hard season.

I’ve been so sick to the point of receiving an IV infusion, faced some intense family heartache, and have just struggled getting through life day-to-day. Due to the intense nausea and vomiting I experience during pregnancy, I am unable to write as much or as often as usual.

I can’t promise I’m on the other side of that intensity, but at some point soon, I’ll be able to write more consistently again and show up here. For now, I do what I can with what I have.

If you have been with me for each of my pregnancies you know how I have struggled to hold joy with open hands instead of white-knuckling my way through blessings. But this time has been largely different.

I’ve still struggled, of course! But very early on after finding out I was pregnant, I found myself thinking,

all that’s left to do is celebrate.

Pray, of course. But celebrate, freely celebrate. Here I am carrying the blessing of a 3rd baby and this lil baby is real and right here. I can’t change the future, can’t manipulate an outcome, so I’m simply left to rejoice! To celebrate! Seeing that personal and spiritual growth in real time has been encouraging. I’m doing it imperfectly, but the growth is there and I’m so happy to see it.

Last thing for now….

God’s timing is immaculate.

Not only is our baby a Thanksgiving baby(!!) which feels like such an intimate gift to my heart, but this baby has been a bright spot in an otherwise tough season for my side of the family, so Bright Spot is my nickname for this little baby. And I think once our baby is earthside I’ll still find myself saying Bright Spot and snuggling our baby close and cheering that little one to grow, grow, grow. Little Bright Spot, grow. We love you already!

So that’s where I’ve been…in the bathroom sick as can be and just hanging in there best I can. Hard and good. Joy and grief. Counting my blessing and counting down the days until I feel better but also so thankful for a healthy, normal, uncomfortable pregnancy so far.

Thanks for being a part of my life! I’m still here and can’t wait to write more consistently.

All in good time.☺