This has definitely not been an easy pregnancy. I should have known I couldn't go the whole nine months without any complications. The most recent being that I was diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes. It is not a severe case, so it shouldn't be an issue controlling it with diet alone. I know it could be a lot worse and I am thankful that this is all we're dealing with.
I went back and forth on whether or not to prepare for this little guy's arrival (yes, we're having a boy :-). A big part of me wanted to only get the absolute necessities, and then wait until after he was here to get anything else we needed. But I just couldn't do that. I know he doesn't know the difference, but I just couldn't ignore this growing baby inside me. God has given him to us, and I want to celebrate him. So his drawers and closet have adorable clothes in them, we've had one baby shower with another one in the next couple of weeks, and the car seat will be installed in just a few short weeks. I realized a few weeks back that I've actually planned more for this baby than I did for Hope. The Lord knew... I still struggle daily with the "what ifs," and most things said about Cookie after his birth are followed by thoughts in my head along the lines of "If he lives." But the Lord has gotten us this far, and I know that no matter what happens, He'll continue to see us through. There's nothing else for me to do, but to hold on to that promise and take it one day at a time.
