Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Living on a Prayer

Today is 12 weeks.  Today is FINALLY 12 weeks.  I am so, so, so thankful for being pregnant for 12 weeks.  The vomiting and everything is pretty much over (it's been more than a week since my last spew) and now I just pee in excess.  Next week is Easter and "The Big Day"- meaning- we get to tell the world, and everyone will know.  And there will be no hiding anymore.

Which let me tell you- it's getting hard to hide this bump.

Every day has been enveloped in prayer.  Every day I pray for just ONE MORE DAY with SB.  Every day I want to just wrap my arms around my belly and never let any harm come to this little two inch miracle.  How can you be so in love with something that's 2 inches long?

My Handsome Husband has eased his way into fatherhood.  He is growing into the most compassionate man I've ever seen in him.  On Sunday at church he held little Kaden, and he was so happy.  Kaden noisily chewed on Andy's fingers and they chattered about how tall he was going to be, and how strong his legs were.  This morning, Andy wished me happy 12 weeks.  I could have stood and cried.  I think I might have to later.