The Best Compliment Ever

The test results are in and my doctor told Derek and I that we are "genetically normal" which is officially the best compliment I've ever received :) This means that healthy babies are in our future and there is no need for any expensive genetic testing! Yipee! Plus, there is less than 1% chance that this will happen again and we like those odds! Thanks to everyone for your prayers and support. While we still have a long journey ahead in the healing process, we believe and are confident that God will bless us again with another sweet baby. Praise to our Almighty God that He is our hope!

The Strangest Thing Happened....

Today I was in Target and I ran in to use the restroom. In the stall next to me, I could hear a girl talking on her cell phone and leaving a message while, literally, using the restroom. This is what her message said in a very pitiful, sad voice, "Hi.....it's Sarah.....(deep sigh)....I know it's been a really long time but I just wanted to say that I miss you....and I'm really sorry......and......(another deep sigh)....I love you. Please call me back.....if you want." I don't know about you but that's TOTALLY bizarre to me! Are you kidding me? Is that the best place to leave a message like that- in the gross, Target bathroom while peeing. I felt I had to be as quiet as I could as to not interrupt this heart felt, apology, hope-to-rekindle-the-relationship message. I wonder what inspired her at that very awkward moment to make that call.

I'm Back.

I'm going to give this another shot. In January, just after I posted my first blog, we found out I was pregnant and Derek and I were one of those "proceed with caution" couples who waited to share the news until I was 8 weeks along and there was in fact, a heart beat. Ironic, huh? I wanted that time documented so I started a journal to the baby where I told him each day how I was feeling, the things that happened that day, and how much I loved him. I figured I would eventually give it to him as a gift when he was old enough to appreciate it and at a time when he was nostalgic enough to find a gift like that from his mom endearing. Now it's just a journal cut short at nearly 19 weeks that I will put away now but will find in a box years and years from now and will probably cry when I read it then. I hope that when I do find it down the road that I will have a noisy house full of kids that will make all this sadness I'm facing now seem so worth it. I promise this blog won't always be sad but for now, I'm just being honest with myself.