For our seventh anniversary, the hubs and I went to NYC again. We ate, we drank, we tattooed. It was a great trip. Then just before my 34th birthday (old as fuck, guys) (roughly two weeks later), I found out that we were pregnant again.
I won't ever shy away from the fact that I had a miscarriage and that the miscarriage almost broke me. So this pregnancy was both a blessing and a huge source of anxiety - like loss isn't a threat, it's a promise. But it's been great so far. My symptoms are mild, her heart is strong, and she's been measuring above at every visit.
So guys, here's Johanna Burke, eta June 22nd.
I call her Baby Voldy, because holy crap, that face needs to fill in.

























































