Of course, in the midst of these past 2 weeks, we were also dealing with a loss of massive proportion. My dear mother-in-law, sick with cancer, took a turn and quickly deteriorated just before Halloween. We were able to transfer her to hospice just in time, and she passed away on the Feast of All Souls. Her funeral was Saturday. It has been - just so draining. Her suffering was intense, and our suffering in her loss is reprieved knowing that hers is no longer. Please keep my husband, especially, in your prayers, as I know especially the approaching holidays will be difficult.
But with each ending comes a new beginning, and we are constantly reminded that our little blessing is coming at a time when we are prepared to appreciate it fully, without reserve.
Pretty much every night, I will say to DH, "Hey, guess what? I'm pregnant." It never gets old. Even at 17 weeks :)
I felt the baby move (bubbles) for the first time as DH and I sat on either side of my mother-in-law on the final day we spent with her, Oct 31st. It was such a blessing, in so many ways, to have that time together as a family with her, communicating with her (it ended up being the last time she was able to communicate, that day), and telling her about the baby moving. She had an undeniable grin on her face when we told her :)
And since then, baby has only made tiny little bubbles every few days (that I could feel, anyway). Until last night. Last night, it must have been fiesta time, because suddenly I felt like my entire uterus tooted - followed by a cadence of teeny, tiny little men playing steel drums in there. It was nothing short of awesome.
And just because no garden-variety pregnancy post would be complete without an ultrasound picture du jour, here, without further ado, is Baby TCIE, wiggling toes at 16 weeks: