You are 29 weeks and just rotated down. For three days my body ached and I thought ohhh, prenatal massage please. Now, I am sure you just turned because I feel new pressures and pains just like when your brother did. We had a bit of spotting and have had to take it easy. It stopped and we are in full prayer that you are God's miracle and God is taking perfect care of you. Every week I cheer inside to have you grow healthy and strong. I get silly excited to hear what's growing every week. 
I feel huger than huge. I have actually had to break down and buy a maternity shirt that will actually cover my stomach completely. Oh sweet comfort!!!! Thank you Grandma for the thoughtful birthday gift! Never thought I would love maternity clothes so much. I think I am even convincing your Daddy I need some clothes by wearing all his items. Your brother is protective of your Daddy and their matching items and says, "nooo Mommy. That's Daddy's. Maybe we get you vest for Christmas." Nugget head! Maybe someday you'll ask to match me. We just got our attic done so I can finally sort through two years of your brothers clothes and hide them away to make room for yours.
When we found out I was pregnant, your voice surged within me. I hoped with everything for a girl. Throughout the pregnancy, I've had to wrestle with statistics, medical jargon, and the hope in my heart. Sometimes, confusion and doubt overcome and I cloud over. I have to pull myself out from inside and remember to, "hope unswervingly" (Message 1 Cor. 13).
"There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear" 1 John 4:18 NRSV
I long to see your face. Until then our faith is in your Keeper. I hope for you. I love sharing a growing space with you. You challenge and inspire me to live with a wild, commited, unswerving Hope.
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