I finally got the call and will be having my ultrasound on Wednesday. I have no idea what to expect. I feel like I expect nothing. I hope that I will see a dancing little bean. I remember that with Gemma. She was wiggly dancing on the screen, at nine weeks. So small, but so alive. A relief. Nine weeks! God is a God of wonders.
I was thinking in church the other day as I sang the favorite words of Psalms, "Praise the LORD, O my soul," that in fact there were two souls inside this body rising up in praise. I pray that is what I get to see on Wednesday....
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