This pregnancy is flying by. I feel like when I have a few moments to get excited about it I think of how quickly its coming and get knocked on my butt. I am excited. Fearful of the birth yes, but given my experiences I think its understandable. I have come to the realization though that no matter how much preparation or avoiding I do for/of the birth of this baby girl I am never going to feel ready. There are things that I am going to have to deal with and can only deal with...in the moment. Regardless of what choices I make I know I will never have the full support of every single person I know and love. I am ok with that. As long as I feel at peace with my decisions after praying about them thoroughly. Which I do. I know that nothing except for God's will is set in stone. If I change my mind or the situation changes I will be open to it. I will do WHATEVER it takes to help this baby girl arrive safely. Regardless, of what some people seem to think.
I feel confident that we will get to bring this sweet baby girl home. If for some reason God has other plans we will cross that bridge when we get their. Hope and faith are what keep me going. I have both that this will be a very healing process for me and my family. I can hardly wait to hold her in my arms. I can hardly wait to see the look on my husband's face when he sees her for the first time. I am chomping at the bit to see my girls together for the first time. I can't even express the joy I feel when I even picture it. The only thing that would be better is having all 3 of my kids together.
8 weeks and 5 days. (or 9 weeks if you ask the hubby)