Yesterday evening was a pretty normal evening for us. We ate supper, cleaned up, and sat down for a visit with Uncle Scott who had come over to see us and play with the girls. As he was telling us a story, I felt a little fluttery poke in my lower abdomen. Right away I knew it was my baby. I was so excited! I had been waiting for this moment for weeks!
I sometimes joke with Josh about how I wish we could take turns carrying and birthing our babies. I'll take this one, but you've got the next one! :) It's easy to wish things like this when you are exhausted, nauseous, and just plain tired of being pregnant. However, God has given us many little moments like this to help carry us through the tough times of pregnancy, the pain of childbirth, and the sleepless nights with new babies. Moments that I would not give away to anyone or for anything in the world. So, here I sit, feeling the tiniest little movements, feeling completely overwhelmed by God's love and blessings...
Here we are today at 17 weeks. Happy, healthy, and completely blessed.
