Ok, I’m just going to come out and say it: I CAN’T BELIEVE I STARTED A BLOG! It’s something that has always interested me and something I’ve always wanted to do in the back of my mind, but didn’t really know what I would write about or who the heck would even read it. Sam and I experienced our first miscarriage in December of 2016. It was an ectopic pregnancy and really an overall strange experience. It was crazy to me when we were suffering through a loss that it was so frowned upon to talk about. People really avoided us and the whole conversation like we had the plague over something WE were going through. We needed people but it was awkward for others to be a part of that experience. I get it- I really do. But the whole thing was strange to me so I decided as a way to cope with the experience and bring awareness to the situation that I would post about it on Facebook. Y’all, the amount of people that were going through the same feelings and emotions was unreal. People had been through the same thing, were going through the same thing, or had a fear of going through the same thing and really wanted to talk about it but were fearful of the social taboo surrounding the situation.
June 2017- Sam and I experienced another miscarriage. This one wasn’t ectopic, but it was honestly worse than the first one because it came with more complications. Again, I shared our experience on Facebook and got the same responses I had previously, except this time it was different. I had people private messaging me about their experiences, calling/texting me because they just needing someone to talk to about their previous experiences, and others sharing our story with people they knew were going through the same thing. It really became sort of a ministry within itself. I’ve had personal conversations that even my husband and closest friends don’t know that I shared with other people because they reached out to me privately. Even with this experience and knowing I was helping others, I was so lost. It was one of the darkest moments in my life and such a blessing at the same time. My husband grew away from me. He had never learned how to cope with any of the miscarriages and his way of dealing with them was acting like they never happened and pretty much shutting down. Y’all, my goodness that was hard. But I finally got through to him, we talked it out, prayed SO hard, and once again I realized that this was something other people had faced through their miscarriages.
What I learned through the process was that we weren’t the first people to experience these emotions and heartache. But we were, well really just me, just a few of the people willing to speak up on the topic and make it real. It was such a vulnerable experience, but the amount of people who benefited from our story was so worth it.
But guess what folks? The plot thickens- we are now 26 weeks pregnant with a healthy baby boy! I will never forget how angry/terrified/excited/confused I felt when I saw the positive result come up shortly after our last miscarriage. My husband sat there with me while I peed on the stick. The anticipation was killing me so much that I didn’t even wait the full three minutes before checking to see if there were two pink lines on that test. It was an obvious positive pregnancy test and I began to shake all over. I looked at my precious husband and he knew the answer immediately. We sat there- him on the side of the tub and me still on the toilet- and held each other and cried tears of happiness and hurt. Well here we are months later, I’m still carrying my precious babe, and I’ve made some lifestyle changes. I became a crazy granola mom.
So now that we’ve been through the back story, let’s go back to the original question- why did I start a blog? During those hard times, people would tell me time and time again, “You should start a blog!” I thought they were crazy, so I ignored it. Fast forward to our healthy pregnancy; I became obsessed with Young Living’s products and began posting about them on Instagram and Facebook. My sister randomly said one day, “I can see you having a blog.” Again, I laughed it off. And then my best friend, Alli, sent me a screenshot of my hashtag #blameitonmycrunchysoul and texted #instablogger. We joked about it for a little while and then she said I should seriously do one to show people how to use the products for people like her that don’t know how to use them. So here we are.
Ladies & Gents, I now present to you: Blame It On My Crunchy Soul.