Weeks 16-17-18

The Little One is wiggling and moving. It's tiny punches and kicks are more frequent, but still unpredictable enough that every time I feel something, I hold my breathe and eagerly wait for more. Although I'm not generally granted my wishes for more movement, I am grateful. Only a few more weeks before we determine if our Little One will be a pink or blue Little One

A trip to the ER and lots of muscle spasms have consumed much of the last few weeks. It has been such intense pain, B has had to all but pick me up to help me move around. My inability to move like a normal person has been torture, but somehow ended up being a blessing in disguise.....down time=time with B.

I have felt a lot of "Am I ready for this?" feelings. My own doubts often try to cast shadows over what I know to be good and right. The adversary works in interesting and cruel ways and I am grateful for the strength to be able to see past them.