This week, I was so excited to get to go meet my sweet nephew, Pearson out in LA! He was such a cutie and such an easy little baby. We celebrated his 1 month birthday while there, and I got to practice a little baby care while I was there on Saturday morning. Although I missed my little family in Frisco tremendously, it was great to see all of my family out in LA. We went for a beautiful walk, did a little shopping, ate good food, and watched a terrible A&M basketball game...but let's focus on the first three. A few photos below...
In Carter news, I had another great check-up at the beginning of month 7 and found out that I do NOT have gestational diabetes! Woohoo! Bring on the cookies! (Kidding...kinda...or not at all.) I had gained another 2 pounds to make my total gain so far a whopping 12 pounds since August. It may not sound like much, but man do I feel it! The doctor says Carter's heart rate and growth all look perfect, so I now begin my every two week appointments where I will meet her partners in case she can't deliver me for whatever reason. (Scary...one's a guy! Yikes!) Those will last about six weeks until the start of April and then I'll start going weekly and hearing updates on when the little man will make his entrance into the dry world! And, it would not be a true weekly update without the obligatory profile shot of my growing belly.
This week, I am praying for health all the way to the end for both me and the little guy. I learned today of a family friend's stillborn birth at 38 weeks, and I have to say, it convicted me. I am 100% confident that God is in control of this whole pregnancy and birth process, and I will continue to keep my faith that he knows what's best and will give us exactly what our little family needs...but the thought that nothing is guaranteed and that I could be losing this little guy after 7 months of preparation and care for no apparent reason shook me to the core today. As much as I have complained about the rib-kicking, weight gain, my inability to take Advil, and being advised not to drink nauseating amounts of caffeine like I did before, I will GLADLY drink my half-caff coffee, watch the scale rise to whatever frightening numbers they need to, and lovingly accept the internal rib damage to see this little man come to life. He may only weigh 3 pounds and not be able to communicate with me in any way other than punching at this point, but he has changed both Blake's and my life forever already. I hold onto Jeremiah 29:11 as I also hold my round belly a little tighter tonight....
"'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the LORD, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'"
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