Exactly fifty two weeks ago Chris and I had just gotten in a really big argument about......well, I don't know. I don't remember because it was probably something not even worth arguing about. Chances are I wasn't even mad at Chris or at a situation. Anxious thoughts had filled my head because I had a feeling that something was wrong inside of my body. My pregnancy symptoms had disappeared too quickly and it wasn't the end of the first trimester yet.
Fast forward to this day and this post and our suspicions were confirmed.
Tomorrow (almost a year later from finding out about our 1st miscarriage) I will head to the doctor's office for a 26 week appointment. I am so thankful that my anticipation of the unknown is different this time around. As I feel the kicks, jabs, punches and rolls I know that Nora is currently thriving inside of me. All I *worry* about this time around is how my cervix is holding up. No biggie really. If it's bad, might have to go on bedrest. If it's good, then life continues as it has the past 26 weeks.
I am sitting here trying to come up with some great conclusion. But I have none. I am just so happy to know that baby girl is alive and active. I can't wait to see her tomorrow on ultrasound and hear her heart beating. It's pretty much the best early Christmas present a girl could receive.