January 14, 2019. That's the date I shared many many times. To clients, family members, friends, doctors… anyone who asked when I was due with our first baby boy. This was the date that I was planning for and looking forward to. But on December 15th, it became apparent that date would not be the time that my boy would arrive. I woke up that morning to prepare for a birthing class that we were supposed to be in all day, and there was definitely something wrong.. I didn't feel him moving nor could I get him to move, and there was pure panic.

November is already well on its way and Thanksgiving is just a few weeks away. Christmas will be soon to follow as well. Doesn't it seem like this time of year just flies by?! 

The holidays can be the favorite time of year for some, but for others they are dreaded. This time of year can stir up grief, shines a spotlight on strained family relationships, and reminds us of our loneliness. For some, 2018 hasn't been that great of a year or you maybe have some dreaded life events coming up that are affecting your ability to be happy. 

If you are one who is thinking that this is NOT the most wonderful time of the year, I wanted to use this blog to acknowledge you. You are surrounded by Christmas movies, holiday decorations, cheery people, and everywhere you go there is Christmas music playing. You may feel like you want to crawl into a hole for the next two months and come out in January, and you are not alone. ​