A series of very scary events, led to getting an unexpected glimpse of our sweet one. Everything is fine. In fact, the ninja was in there flipping, punching and kicking away. I think he was trying to show me that all is well. It worked. It is never too late for a new perspective and today I got one. I have spent most of this pregnancy waiting, wishing time would go faster. It's mostly driven by fear, if I can just get to 12 weeks, if I can just get to the next sonogram, if I can just get to the next appointment. Tomorrow is promised to no one. This isn't how I want to enjoy the miracle of growing a human. So, today marks a new beginning. Today, I will appreciate every moment (even when acid reflux has burned my esophagus, I've eaten a whole roll of saltines with no relief, and none of my clothes fit) and tomorrow I'll be thankful for a new day.
Here is today's picture of baby skeletor. Today, he's 11 weeks old and the size of a fig! He's laying on his back, feet up, facing the camera. Don't worry, he actually has eyes and a nose - not just dark, creepy holes. :) I think he looks like Chris, or an ant. Either way, I love all 2 inches of him.
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