We’re almost 25 weeks into this pregnancy and I’m feeling incredibly lucky and grateful.
I went to the doctor this morning — the very first appointment I’ve gone to alone. If that sounds crazy, just know that Russ has tagged along at every appointment because a) he wants to see and hear that she’s growing as much as I do and b) my anxiety was through the roof for a long time.
But today, I was only mildly nervous before the appointment. By the time I was stepping on the scale, those nerves melted away.
Our baby girl is growing exactly as she should. My belly, which I’ve heard from a lot of people looks small (it doesn’t to me!), is exactly where it needs to be and her heart continues its strong beat.
It’s hard to believe we are approaching the third trimester together. I can’t wait to meet our baby girl. I hope it’s evident to her, on a daily basis, just how much we wished and hoped and prayed for her healthy arrival.