The day I've been dreading for almost 8 months is right around the corner. My due date.
Baby number 2 should be making his or her grand entrance into this world in just five weeks. But he/she isn't. And I am still not expecting.
While it's been tough, I can say, I think I am reaching a place of peace with the whole thing. I'm ok. I've reached a place where even if I don't have more babies, I think I will be just fine with the perfect little girl that I do have.
I am blessed and I know that. Finally. It has taken me since Septemeber to get here, but here I am.
Despite it all, things are great. I am happy. Really, life couldn't get better unless another little one did join our family.
|Look at this face!|
|Finally permitting our lot! Ready to see some concrete!|