That's a long time.
And honestly a lot has happened since then.
I am 5 months pregnant with a boy. I would have bet money that we were having a girl. For some reason I just felt like we were. So when I saw the "evidence" on the ultrasound I let out a laugh. We are having a boy! And I am more thrilled than ever. It will be a while before they can wrestle but I know that they will be precious together.
I feel like I have a best friend-in-the-making for Luke.
We had such a hard time finding a name for Luke that I don't think there is any hope for this one. It's interesting to me how we like completely different names when I was pregnant with Luke and those ones just don't seem to fit with this one. I can definitely feel his little Spirit.
The day after we found out the gender I was had an appointment with my doctor who told me that I have "complete placenta previa". I had no idea what that was (placenta what?). It means that the placenta is completely covering the cervix. Which means the baby can't come out the normal way and I will most likely be getting a c-section. That was at first my biggest concern but after researching it and talking with the doctor I was informed that pre-term labor is highly likely as well as bleeding.
If I was a pioneer I would be on a countdown to my death.
And I wouldn't even know it.
That thought keeps coming to my head and I am so grateful for modern technology and science that our Heavenly Father has blessed us with. Because of the ultrasound we can know so much and prepare.
The doctor didn't put me on bed rest but she did put me on pelvic rest. And if you don't know what that is I will let you look it up. When I lay down to go to sleep at night I usually have 2 contractions with high pressure but never any pain. I just need to take it easy.
I have another ultrasound on March 7th to check the placenta. If it is still complete than I will being meeting with the doctor who will do the c-section. And things will get more intense after that.
I am having faith and I know that Heavenly Father is in charge. I feel very protected and I know that we will have a healthy baby boy at the end of all of this. The journey might be a little crazy until then but we will be blessed with an addition to our family.
We moved into Dave's parent's house as they are leaving on their 2nd mission on April 5th to the Mexico City Mexico Temple. I LOVE the space and having a house that is more than fully furnished. They are such sweet people and Luke loves them dearly. He calls them Papa and Amama.
And Luke.
He is my precious little boy! And he is turning 2 on February 18th. He makes my life have so much meaning and laughter. He is my right arm and loves just being wherever I am. He is starting to talk so much. Sometimes he will say something to me and as I try to guess what he is saying he will cock one eyebrow and look at me like I am crazy. And he is all about basketball. If he knows his daddy is going to play basketball somewhere (and he does most nights) Luke just gets his hat and jacket and says bye to everyone. One night Luke and I weren't going to go because the game was later in the evening but when he saw Dave in his playing clothes Luke wouldn't take no for an answer and got dressed and walked out the door without me.
Everyday I plan on beginning potty-training but it only goes that far. I have no idea what to do.
My sister comes home from her mission in June! Yay! I am so excited. I miss her like crazy.
And my older brother leaves for Iraq in a couple of weeks.
I think I have been trying to deny it and pretend that it's not really happening. But I need to face the facts and just pray for him. And all the rest of the soldiers out there.
