***long post*** After being in the hospital yesterday afternoon, I was told I have Hyperemesis…

***long post***

After being in the hospital yesterday afternoon, I was told I have Hyperemesis gravidarum (HG). This wasn't really a surprise because I had it with my first, I now know that if I continue on with this pregnancy I'll probably end up with preeclampsia again... the worst part with that Brandon didn't even ask how I was, he didn't bother texting me to make sure I even got there, or ask how the baby was.... I'm blessed my sister came and babysat for me. This morning I did the unthinkable and asked my mom, if possible, if I could move back home for awhile until I get up on my feet again. She gladly said yes because she would get to see Bree everyday again.

Now it's just a waiting game, I'm going to contact a storage unit today and see how much it would be to rent one for awhile so I can put all my furniture in there instead of throwing it away.

I've started to write down the words I'll say to Brandon, and throughout this process even though I'll be hurting I won't cry. "No need to cry over spilt milk". I know I deserve better, he's a amazing dad to Bree, and luckily we already have a court set custody agreement so we won't have to fight over days to see her. Maybe this is for the best? Life has a funny way of showing what is best. Anyways, sorry for this long story, I've had a amazing amount of ladies supporting me through this process and I cannot thank you all enough! Lots of love to all!