Sometimes, I walk past the mirror and see my baby bump, and cannot believe it’s me.
It really happened. I’m pregnant. It’s actually happening.
That is really my body, with our two babies growing.
The Hubs says he has these feelings sometimes too.
Not even a year ago, I was posting about how hopeless I felt. In the past, I have been very conflicted in regards to IVF. I used words like, “I’ll never“, which turned into “I really don’t want to“, which eventually turned into, “This is obviously the path we have to take“.
Even in the beginning of this pregnacy, I was worried it wasn’t really going to work. I thought I’d miscarry (thanks to the horror stories on .net). I thought, this is too good to be true. But by the grace of God, I’ve got two baby boys on the way.
I’m so grateful. I’m so thankful. I’m so excited.