I am in the semi-fun portion of pregnancy where I am not too uncomfortable yet, sickness is gone and I can enjoy the soft nudges that Jemma gives me. The only thing that has been different about this pregnancy (well, big picture part of pregnancy) is that the placenta is anterior to the baby, so that means that I have a "wall" between my stomach and Jemma's kicking. It's harder for the doctor to find a heartbeat, and it's harder to feel her move.
Yesterday, we all sat down for dinner. Scott was saying the prayer over the food, and I had my arm around Macey to calm her down and keep her seated. Scott prayed for our small family that we could be happy, enjoy each other, and love each other. I went to give Macey a quick squeeze, and Jemma kicks me. She kicked me harder than she ever has. I felt like it was a reminder that she was there, and she knew the family that she was coming into!
Scott and I constantly have moments where we feel like someone is missing. We stop, count our kids, realize we are all there, and then feel like it's because Jemma is coming. It is so obvious that she is supposed to be a part of us! We are one crazy group of people, but I KNOW that she is supposed to be here now, in our family. We love her already!
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