Christmas, it finally arrived. This was the first year I really felt I was able to live the Advent spirit. The waiting, the doing of things slowly and intentional, the not doing of some things all together. Since November, there has been a lot of waiting, a lot of hesitant, but joyful anticipation all leading up to a few stressful, but wonderfully happy days. Oh yes, I got to live Advent quite fully this year and it was well worth it.
I had my own private Advent calendar ticking on my phone. A couple more days, a couple more weeks, but my calendar was counting up, not down and then on Christmas day that wonderful mark in the calendar – 12 weeks. Second Trimester. It was here, wonderfully coinciding with the end of the long wait of Advent and the joy of Christmas.
The week before was full of doctors appointments, blood tests, big results …. and all good news. Finally, after almost three years of waiting; good news.
If we continue to be blessed, to be fortunate we’ll meet this new little soul around the fourth of July.
Thank you for your support over the last few years. Thank you for knowing about and caring about my four other children in their short lives. I know our luck doesn’t change the reality for so many of us out there, that there are still friends and readers here hoping and hurting. I won’t forget you, I won’t stop praying for you.