I have had a hard time writing about this pregnancy.
I really want to write about it, but I dont want to NOT be writing about her.
I feel guilty writing about my life moving on and not mentioning Molly in every post.
She is, after all, on my mind all day. I miss her every second of every day.
So, my joy at this pregnancy is real, but reserved.
I have only taken three belly photos, and I took those because I knew I would regret it later if I didn't.
I haven't mustered enough courage to start getting out the baby stuff again.
The last time we set up the crib was the same day we lost her.
I would rather just wait until he's here and safe and then come home and get the nursery ready.
But I am trying to convince myself that it's all in the Lord's hands, and I still need to be prepared.
If he is born healthy and happy we will love him the same as if we lose him too.
Fear is such a stumbling block.
I just need to remember that it's okay to fall in love again.
I'm 22 weeks already and feeling him moving more and more everyday. Every kick is a comfort.
We really are blessed.