The OB said this one looked like it was waving to us.
I am currently 14 weeks along (the u/s images were at 12 weeks) and starting to feel much better! It was a rough 6 weeks there! The due date is 28 May 09. I think we have decided to find out the gender, but unfortunately, won't know until AFTER we are in MN. Oh Well. We have been pretty set on the name Colton Chet for a boy (Chet was Aaron's grandfather's name) and somewhat decided on Elsa MaryAnn for a girl (Mary Ann after my Grandmother)... I am convinced it is a Girl since we were having a hard time deciding on that name, but Aaron thinks it is a boy... My sister Lindsay has been pestering me to post a belly photo, but I am going to defer until it looks less like a post-Turkey day dinner belly and more like a pregnant belly. But, I am starting to show and my clothes are not fitting. I will soon be the "proud" owner of the military maternity uniform where the stretchy panels stretches up to my chest....definitely designed by a male.
We are so absolutely grateful for this miracle that has taken 2 years to create! it was a long, frustrating journey that strengthend our faith, but ultimately turning over our lives to God and trusting in his plan really saved our sanity! I came across this titled: Thoughts on Becoming a Mother...
There are women that become mothers without effort, without thought, without patience or loss and though they are good
mothers and love their children, I know that I will be better.
I will be better not because of genetics, or money or that I have read more books but
because I have struggled and toiled for this child.
I have longed and waited. I have cried and prayed.
I have endured and planned over and over again.
Like most things in life, the people who truly have appreciation are those who have struggled to attain their dreams.
I will notice everything about my child.
I will take time to watch my child sleep, explore and discover.
I will marvel at this miracle every day for the rest of my life.
I will be happy when I wake in the middle of the night to the sound of my child,
knowing that I can comfort, hold and feed him
and that I am not waking to take another temperature, pop another pill,
take another shot or cry tears of a broken dream.
My dream will be crying for me.
I count myself lucky in this sense; that God has given me this insight,
this special vision with which I will look upon my child that my friends will not see.
Whether I parent a child I actually give birth to or a child that God leads me to,
I will not be careless with my love.
I will be a better mother for all that I have endured.
I am a better wife, a better aunt, a better daughter, neighbor, friend and sister because I have known pain.
I know disillusionment as I have been betrayed by my own body.
I have been tried by fire and hell many never face, yet given time, I stood tall.
I have prevailed.
I have succeeded.
I have won.
So now, when others hurt around me, I do not run from their pain
in order to save myself discomfort. I see it, mourn it, and join them in theirs.
I listen.
And even though I cannot make it better, I can make it less lonely.
I have learned the immense power of another hand holding tight to mine,
of other eyes that moisten as they learn to accept the harsh truth and when life is beyond hard.
I have learned a compassion that only comes with walking in those shoes.
I have learned to appreciate life.
Yes I will be a wonderful mother.
Author Unknown
We hope everyone has a blessed Thanksgiving and you will all be in our thoughts and prayers. We look forward to seeing most of you in 2 1/2 weeks!
