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Tiny hands

With the realization that our next appointment is our 20-week appointment and marks the half-way point in the journey of gestation, I started to breathe a little easier.  We had our 16-week appointment yesterday and seeing those tiny hands and feet (and that amazing, developing brain), I was in awe of what we were doing. After holding my breath for 16 weeks, I felt it escape me as I looked at the baby on the screen and realized he or she is ours... and then came the worry. It was surreal to be in the ultrasound room hearing only good things and to sit with the doctor afterwards and hear "Everything looks great!"  It's just not what we are used to from a medical standpoint.  Typically, whatever can go wrong, does, and we deal with the process of moving forward in our own unique way.  Yesterday, I honestly found myself totally overwhelmed -- but for once, not because of some struggle, but because I realized this is real.  This is happening.  This baby will be here with us in no time and then the journey really begins.


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