My church did a sermon a few years back about how we want everyone to perceive us as a character that we play, ESPECIALLY on the internet. We want people to think we’re interesting and clever. We want people to think we’re smart and that we are good people. We post pictures and status’s that reinforce those characteristics. We were challenged to do “reality-grams” – real life things that didn’t go the way we expected and showed the “less-than-perfect” side of our lives, and I guess, after all this time, this is my contribution.

Last week, I talked about how I was finally getting back into the swing of blogging. These last few months have been quite a doozy, and I just wanted to share a quick personal note about what has been going on, and why I’ve been a bit MIA.

As many of you might remember, the beginning of 2015 was all about traveling. Brian and I were lucky enough to take a couple bucket list trips early in the year, and made it to Mexico and Asia. I also traveled back to Asia after just a short few months for a mission trip in India. I feel so alive when I’m traveling, so I was just reveling in that time.

The day that I got back from India is the day Brian and I found out we were going to have a baby! YAY! (Totally the high point of this blog post!) We were/still are so excited, and for a few days, we thought the sickness I was feeling was typical of normal early-stage pregnancy.

Turns out, I picked up a really nasty bug in India, like, two-weeks-of-food-poisoning, sick. They started me on an antibiotic, and the world was good!

Now, you know this wouldn’t be a quality “Megan Story” if at some point I didn’t fall down, or otherwise display my lack of grace for the whole world.

….and that is exactly what happened.

About the same time I started feeling better, Brian and I went to a family function of ours. We were playing kickball with his younger cousins, and I was chasing around one of the girls, being silly. My graceful nature interceded when I slipped on some dewy grass, and promptly landed poorly on my leg.

I heard it crack and I knew this wasn’t good.

Sure enough, I did a number on it. At this point, I was only seven weeks pregnant, and had broken and displaced the small bone in my leg enough to be a candidate for surgery. Because of the baby, the doctor didn’t want to operate, so nine very-long weeks in a cast and boot followed. The doctor has suggested that I might need surgery after I deliver little “nug”, as Brian and I have been addressing him/her.

Okay, okay, I know. This hasn’t been the “happy-go-lucky” posts I usually do. I wanted to share this with you all, because I wanted you to know where I was in my life; not to complain, but to celebrate the less-than-perfect side that we all share. We all struggle with different things at different points in our lives. For me, I have been fairly out of my normal rhythm, and I definitely have had a hard time feeling like myself. Being as active as I am, it’s been really challenging for me to completely put on halt. This post doesn’t have a cute little bow for me to wrap up, and make a point. I just wanted to share with you this piece of my life, and also to celebrate the excitement that I am feeling! I’m healing, and slowly, but surely becoming more active, and looking forward to bringing a new life into this world!