This photo was taken on Thanksgiving of my family and Joey's parents, Jud and Ann, and my brother Jay his wife Caroline and their daughter Hannah Moriah.
However, the next week as I sat at my desk at home typing, I paused to feel the baby moving, but my belly was so still. I thought it to be odd, so I pushed and prodded at my belly to try to see if the baby would move for me, but still nothing. Immediately a sense of fear washed over me like a tidal wave. I wondered if I had lost my baby. I called Joey and told him what was going on. He was optimistic and said he would pray about it, and so I did too. I prayed and decided to leave it in God’s capable hands. I knew it was best not to jump to conclusions. Besides, I had prayed that God would not even let me get pregnant if I would not have a healthy pregnancy. I believed deep down though that God was trying to get my attention.
I got a call from the doctor’s office that the ultrasound technician would not be available on the date I was assigned so I needed to reschedule it. They offered to have me come in after Christmas, but I could not wait that long. I asked if I could come in the 18th week of my pregnancy and they gave me the Friday of that week. I was glad to be able to have the appointment just in time to announce if it was a boy or a girl in my Christmas letter to family and friends.
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