The image came up of a wiggling little baby and I laughed and laughed. I didn't really think there would be anything there. For many weeks the misery and anxiety of the first trimester almost completely blocked out any joy I could have felt over this, our third child.
This little baby, who existed in prayers and in our hearts for so many years, is a reality now. And today for the first time, I am able to put aside the worry and just feel happy. Also still quite nauseous, but more certain that it will all be worth it.