I'm 8w4d but little widget is measuring 9 weeks with a steady heartbeat at 167. Estimated due date is July 25th, my dad's birthday. We are far from being out of the woods and I know better than to count my chickens before they hatch but the odds are in our favor. I keep reminding myself of that: the odds are in our favor. I could have waited until the second trimester to tell but I would write about it if I miscarried again anyway.
Having one healthy child is a tremendous blessing. Two is over-the-top in good fortune. We have waited and prayed for this miracle and we are grateful to have made it this far. The majority of me is overjoyed and relieved but a part of my heart aches for my friends who are struggling with infertility - this post will sting and all the conflicting feelings that come up with someone else's announcement are familiar to me. I think of these amazing women every day and hope for a little miracle to touch their lives too.
Meanwhile, I'm looking forward to a healthy, uneventful (please!) pregnancy. I am as symptom-free as I was with Ada. My body is in that horrific awkward phase where nothing fits well enough to look good but you don't look pregnant yet, just fat. It's an awesome phase. The timing could be better since Tim is supposed to start his new job on July 23rd but so far everyone tells me that the bad timing means that this pregnancy will go for certain. Well, there you have it then :)