I really am feeling so much more human each and every day. Seventeen weeks has always been my magic number. When I find out we are expecting, I circle ahead on our calendar week 17 as it proves to be the greatest week of my life!!! I usually begin to notice a significant decrease in nausea, etc. I don't know if it is my age, past experience with morning sickness, or having experienced a sickly child, but health is something I really thank God for every day even when I am not in session. I have known enough people with such serious illnesses to not take it for granted.
I am 18 weeks tomorrow. How in the world are we almost half way there? Our ultrasound is scheduled for next Wednesday morning. It is always so terribly tempting to find out WHO resides within, but we will not as we love the delivery room hysteria of "IS IT A BOY OR A GIRL????" We laugh about the possibilities between Kapaun and his little brother. Two little blonde heads would be too much cute. We find it equally as funny if Kapaun had a little sister.
Thank you again for such kindness and compassion. Words rarely suffice in an attempt of extreme gratitude and the verse that I find most suitable is Philippians 1:3 "I thank God upon every remembrance of you."
|These two are tight. Usually, our babies panic if I leave the room. Kapaun panics if John leaves him. We stopped by John's work today and he had a few moments to come say hello. When he walked away, Kapaun lost it.|
|Wild as ever is wild as ever.|