Tomorrow at 2:30 we get another peek at our little baby. (I am really getting spoiled!!!) This is our last appointment with this doctor...but I trust him, so I know he will put me in good hands with the next doctor. But I am trying to think of all of the questions I can possibly ask tomorrow. He's not going to get rid of me easily! ;) As always, ultrasounds make me a combination of excited and nervous. Your thoughts and prayers for us at 2:30 would be greatly appreciated!!!
Yesterday as Emma and I were playing in her sandbox, I had a thought. We were putting sand into the funnel and watching it slide through the little opening and down into a bucket. But every once and a while, the sand would stop and I'd dig my finger down into the funnel and pull out a pebble. Once the pebble was out, the sand flowed again and the fun continued. This happened a lot. Maybe we have cheap sand! :)
Anyway, as we sat in our newly-stocked-with-fun-toys backyard, hundreds of bubbles floating around us from her bubble machine (aren't birthdays great?), I pictured God. I pictured God in Heaven looking down on me and watching ever so closely. And protecting our baby. Because, from what I understand, all it would take is one little blood clot to affect our tiny baby. But I believe He's up there, watching the pathway to the baby and taking out the "pebbles". I believe that He cares that much and knows that tiny of a detail of what is going on inside of me.
Psalm 139 13-18
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand.