I have tons of thoughts floating around in my head... but I can't seem to get them out in a post. So let me start with the nitty gritty and see where that leads me.
We found out we were pregnant on April 12... Easter Sunday. In some sense, this was the arbitrary day I decided to pee on a stick. But, in other ways, it was the perfect day for us to find out about the life inside me. We had been walking in the valley of the shadow of death for the previous 8 months, grieving and aching the loss of Noah. This discovery brought a little respite from that valley... as though we were able to stand in the sunshine on a hilltop for a little while and see beyond the valley.
We are due on December 10... this is cutting it a little close to the end of Josh's season for my comfort, but what are you going to do? If Alabama makes it to the NCAA tournament, they will be traveling to play in the first round on December 4. That is only 6 days before my due date. Yikes. I would LOVE for the team to make the tournament... I would HATE for Josh to be out of town when I go into labor. The tentative plan is for my family to come into town for Thanksgiving and then my mom will just stay until the baby is born. Other than Josh's potential absence, I am thrilled to be delivering during the Alabama "winter" - the heat index today was 105 degrees and it is only June!
Our next ultrasound will be July 8... I would love prayers for this ultrasound as well as for my peace of mind in the next few weeks. We have decided to forgo any of the genetic testing... the quad screen that is offered to all pregnant women (we also opted out of this test done during our pregnancy with Noah) and the amniocentesis that is offered to me due to my "advanced maternal age" (aka 35). The risks simply outweigh the benefits. We are trusting God with the life of this child... or at least doing our best to do so. But the ultrasound will definitely reveal any major abnormalities and will potentially reveal indicators of Down's Syndrome. I don't think either Josh or I are particularly worried about having another child with leukodystrophy... but there are so many more common disorders that I worry about, especially because of my age. So, I am anxious to see a picture of a beautiful, healthy baby on the 8th... and, of course, to find out if it is a boy or a girl.