Officially...

So officially I am 28yrs old tomorrow at 7am.  It was embarrassing this morning having to use the calculator to work it out while my hubby snickered.  Not only am I turning 28yrs old, but I am also going to be officially 20wks pregnant on Monday.  Its been excitement plus, times 1000 these last few weeks, and to say we've been blessed is a MAJOR understatement.

When I officially found out I was pregnant, I already "knew", but was too afraid to find out early.  I worried that what happened to friends of mine, may well happen to me, so if I didn't find out from a doctor if I lost the baby early... well, I don't know what I thought would happen.

When we did find out from the doctor, there was a problem with the amount of the hormones in my blood, which didn't make it any less worrisome.  My mind instantly went to that place, you know the one, everything is terrible, the baby hasn't survived.  After a morning of that all floating in my head, enough was enough!  I cried out to God to help me to think about something else, anything else, and that worked, and I waited.

Baz couldn't come to the dating scan (or as I like to call it the make-sure-I-have-a-live-baby scan), so Debb took me.  She was one of the ones that helped me to combat the joy stealing that was going on.  On the day I was #1 extremely nervous, and #2 extremely filled up with water.  The sonographer started the scan, found bub and did all the measurements within 5 minutes, not really telling me a thing.  She turned to me, said "OK so we're done.  From my measurements you are 10wks, and baby has a healthy strong heartbeat."  I don't think she understood the torrent that gushed from my eyes, and all I could say was "thank you." Both to her and to my God!

From that day, I knew that this was Gods plan, that our plans had been thrown out the window, and that He had blessed us again.

It still hadn't sunk in, even with the wiggles and kicks, even with the mid point rushing to meet us, even with the 18-20wk scan behind us, even after the 18-20wk check up and hearing bubs heartbeat, and hearing the midwife get a little grumpy with our little one moving every time she had found the spot for a nice clear heartbeat on the monitor, and even in the knowledge, or at least being told "fairly certain", that we have our second little princess growing madly in my tummy. 

It didn't really sink in through all of those things, until I heard Baz call her by name.  We were talking about, well random things really, as we sat watching TV after the kids went to bed.  We must have been talking about the kids, and what we are going to do about bedrooms and things like that, when he just casually said "When .... is older she and Piper could share..." and that's where I lost the rest of the conversation.  Somehow, hearing it come from the man who was adamant that we were not having anymore, made it so real.  Hearing him pray for her as well as the rest of us.  Hearing him ask questions about how much she's moved today.  Hearing him acknowledge that she is coming.... it's... well... I don't know what it is... moving at the very least.

He was even more anxious that we hadn't received the cot and change table than I was, I knew we had loads of time.  When it arrived he couldn't wait to set it up.  I think for him, its real too.

So I just want to ask you to praise God for our precious girl growing and moving wildly in there.  That you would take a moment to to list all the good things in your lives and praise Him who gives us these things, celebrate those good things NOW, today, and everyday.