September 24th, to be exact, which is my sweet Granny's birthday! It was a lovely, sweet coincidence!!!
I JUST FEEL SO SO SO BLESSED!!!!! Our little bit is 10 weeks and 2 days old today <3
To start this story off right, you need to know the background info :)
First of all, before this blessing, Trav and I had two other sweet blessings. In the past year, we had two miscarriages, one at 7 1/2 weeks and one at 5 1/2 weeks. Although those were tough times, I saw the Lord's strength in our weakness and felt his love and faithfulness through every step. My heart has a special love for women who have dealt with a miscarriage. When you love your baby SO MUCH from the very first moment you know it exists, it's hard to let them go. But knowing God loved them WAY MORE than I ever could gave us comfort and peace.
So.....fast-forward about a month a half from that last miscarriage...and we found ourselves in NYC for an after-Christmas vacation. And then, two weeks later...we found ourselves staring at a stick with two pink lines on it!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR TO US!!!! Our sweet gift and God's little creation. P.S. He or she is affectionately referred to as "BABS" sometimes...our Big Apple Baby :)
Of course, I was very nervous throughout the first few weeks, and spent many days asking the Lord to take away my fear and replace it with His peace. And somehow, I made it through the LONG wait until the first ultrasound on Feb. 6th. At first, the Dr. seemed to be looking around trying to find a heartbeat---which of course made me so nervous. I could tell by the look on Trav's face that he was nervous, too. But then, after a few LONG moments, she said "THERE IT IS!" I have never been more amazed at anything in my entire life. That was the most precious thing I HAD EVER SEEN! A teeny-tiny blur with a perfect little heart.
Then came the LONG wait until the follow-up ultrasound on Feb. 25th. And let me tell you...those were some rough weeks! I started feeling EXHAUSTED and SICK anytime I wasn't asleep....which was basically ALL DAY LONG! But, knowing that probably meant everything was working just as it should, I trudged on with a THANKFUL heart and weak, weak tummy! Weeks 6-9 were the worst. Week 10 has been a piece of cake in comparison! :)
Here's a list I made awhile back so I could remember the crazy aversions I started having: