As of yesterday, I am eleven weeks pregnant.
"He's still here."
That's what I say to my husband, almost every day. We've been cautiously embracing it, with each passing day and week feeling a little bit more like this might actually happen. Choosing to hope. But that is my mantra, that today he is still here with, which is more hopeful and happier in my heart than it might sound. It's a little thing, but I am oh so very grateful for that little thing.
He is still here.
I haven't been writing, or reading, for weeks. It has felt like too much, although I don't really know why.
But he is still here. And I am so very grateful.
Hang in there, little buddy.