I must preface this by stating I am not claiming to be psychic. I did, however, have a vision or picture if you will of our little girl. No, I am not pregnant that I know of, but I could see her. She had dark brown hair with big brown eyes. The way her eyes and mouth looked when she smiled was this incredible combination of Tim and I. Who knows. Maybe we will have a boy, maybe a girl, maybe both, maybe niether, but I had to document my vision and this little angel that gave me this undeniable yearning to hold her with my unyielding, unconditonal love. So to our sweet Josephine, if we ever have the blessed opportunity to meet, I promise to love you and take care of you for always.
I didn't expect to have an update this soon, but what I need to realize is I need to stop having any expectations. I have no clue which obstacles will continue, how high or low the hills will be, and there is not a single thing I can do about it. The reason I say this is because I didn't think my appointment on Monday to have the ultrasound would be a big deal. My husband, Tim, insisted my mom come with me since he had to work and I asked her even though I saw no point. This wasn't supposed to be a big appointment and I already knew what the situation was. I knew I had a heart-shaped uterus so what else was there to worry about? Wrong again. As I'm sitting on the table with the nurse examining my lady business, I asked her what she saw. Of course she played it safe and told me my doctor would go over everything with me. She was nice about it, but it still annoyed me. Just tell me already, no your not a doctor but you also know wh...
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