This is the point where I miscarried in my last pregnancy. It's a surreal feeling to remember that pain but be in anticipation of another life. It was only a few months ago that I was bleeding and crying my heart out, curled up on my bed in the blackness of my room asking God what He was doing.
I knew that He had a plan but I was completely oblivious to it, as we usually are.
I still don't know what is in store for us but all I can do is trust and enjoy every minute I'm blessed with this pregnancy. I'm so excited. I keep walking into the somewhat empty nursery thinking, "There is going to be another baby here!" Wow!
I'm such an eager person but I've been exercising self-control. I don't have baby stuff all over the house... yet. I think it would drive me even more crazy to see all of it and have to wait so many months.
I did go up to our 3rd story (aka attic) last night to dig through the girls old clothes looking for summer pajamas and clothes since we had a few warm days. And I pulled out a few newborn onesies. I cannot believe my girls were EVER that tiny. I just cannot fathom it. And I cannot wait to fill the onesies with a sweet little newborn!