25 Weeks

It occurred to me today how rarely I have posted during this pregnancy.  I posted after all (or at least almost all) of my doctor appointments when I was pregnant with Eli.  I was so worried about the outcome of that pregnancy that every single day felt like a huge accomplishment.  This time around, it's been very different.  Not that I'm not worried, the truth is that I still worry something will happen.  But I also know that this plan works, that God has a plan for this baby and whatever it is, my doctor and I will be doing everything in our power to get Emily here safely.

Yesterday marked the day that Emily has been growing inside of me longer than Logan did.  I feel so much better knowing that we've made it this far, that even the doctor's consider her big enough to survive.  But still I know that there are no guarantees.

We've been preparing our home for her arrival, decorating her room, buying blankets, sheets, towels, clothes and bows.  We are so ready to welcome her into our lives and yet there is so much left to do.

I have my glucose test next Monday and in three weeks we will be having a 3D/4D ultrasound.  At that point I will be 28 weeks, which is when my doctor declared that we had "made it" with Eli.  I'm looking forward to hearing those words again.

So far my doctor seems pleasantly surprised with the state of my cervix so here's hoping it stays that way until January.  For some reason I have a feeling Emily is going to come on her own and have at least a decent amount of red hair, but we will just have to wait and see...

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Dear Eli,

Today you are 2 years old... the time has absolutely flown by.  I remember the moment you were born like it was yesterday.  I was so happy to have a healthy, squirmy baby boy in my arms.  I cried so hard the nurse made your Daddy leave his spot beside you to come hold my hand, I don't think she realized they were tears of joy.

You've changed so much in the past two years.  You've grown by leaps and bounds of course, but you are (for the most part) a very well-behaved and smart little boy.  I know I've got to stop referring to you as my "baby" because it no longer fits.  You insist on doing almost everything by yourself and very rarely allow me to just sit and hold you.

I am so looking forward to seeing you grow even more in this next year.  I'm looking forward to seeing more of your personality form and to seeing you as a big brother.  I don't think you will ever understand the amount of joy you have brought your Daddy and me.  We love you so much!

Mommy