My friends, this morning we had a bit of a scare. The good news is that I got a third ultrasound in as many weeks and our little blueberry seems to be fine. However, I’m having some complications that now bump me into the high risk category. My doctor says if I can make it another four weeks, then I’m out of the woods. In the meantime, I’m on more meds and got a stern lecture about not overdoing it, which I totally needed, not because I’ve actually done anything besides go to work and then lay on the couch all evening/weekend/anytime I’m not working (heck, I’m the girl who wore the same shirt last Friday night through Monday morning… I’m such a trophy wife), but because I was starting to feel a bit guilty about it. I hear motherhood comes with all sorts of unnecessary guilt, and I guess that happens when your baby is in utero.
I’ll admit, I’m kind of terrified. And yet I am fully confident that I serve a God who saw this coming, who knows the outcome, who loves me and my baby (and Mr. Right) and who has the ability to work miracles. And so I will pray with reassurance that my God can handle this. I ask you to join along with me.