2012 was a year of great highs, but also of jarring lows. I'm glad to see it gone. This year I conceived two children, but sadly miscarried the first, and while I'm grateful for Mrs. Petrillo's kicks and thumps, I would have ended 2012 with a newborn and that still stings.
This year we sold our townhouse; the house we had turned into a home. We lived there as newlyweds as we navigated the hurdles facing a young couple just starting out, finding a way to merge our two separate lives, and finances, into one. We welcomed a daughter in that house and filled it with memories. We also filled it with a ton of crap that needed more room to grow.
For six long months we lived with my parents. I thought it might break us and towards the end I think nearly everyone in the house was feeling a bit broken. It was just too much for too long. I craved my own space that I could keep organized and clutter free. I longed to be able to parent without my father hurtling a million questions at me or trying to act as Isabella's parent himself. I was sick of watching my mother just sit on the couch day after day instead of just talking about what is bothering her. She never will. I just couldn't take it anymore. So I was ready when it was time to move out.
|Always a blessing to be the|
mom to this beautiful girl
My marriage started the year off stronger than ever, married to my best friend and we're ending the year off, still in love, but very strained. Money woes, house trouble, transitions, and pregnancy have all taken their toll and I'm feeling the distance. We're working on it, but it's more work now than it's been in a long time.
It's been a tumultuous year and I'm not sad to see it go. I am, however, very excited for all that 2013 will bring.