a preggo-pukey, not a sick pukey. There is a definite difference, with
me anyway. I thought that maybe my mind was playing tricks on me, and
it was probably nothing. I got a pregnancy test that night just in case.
So I took the test first thing Sunday morning. It was positive before
it even hit the control window.
Oh my goodness!!!!
I am SOOOO excited!
But I'm also really scared.
It's been 17 months since I miscarried. I'm scared to death that I'll
lose this baby too. But at the same time, I'm thankful for this gift
of Life inside me.
I don't think it's just a coincidence that I found out on Easter, the
day that we celebrate Spring and new life in the earth, and the
resurrection of Jesus. Because Jesus died on the cross, was buried,
and rose from the dead, He gave me opportunity to be a changed person
here on earth and to have a home in Heaven when I die. I have hope
when before I had none. I have one baby in Heaven already, and if I
keep my trust in Jesus, I know I'll meet my Glory Baby face to face.
So while I have no guarantee beyond today for this little one, I will
celebrate this new life inside me for as long as I'm given the chance,
knowing that eternity eventually awaits us both and that life here is
precious, no matter how long or how short it is.
Welcome, little one!