Something very strange happened the other morning as I was waking up. In my delirious state, I instinctively reached down to feel Brett in my stomach. But there was no "bump" on which to place my hand! Brett feels like such a part of me! But I am missing the bump.
Lately, I've been thinking a lot about the courageous woman who is carrying Brett in her tummy. Does she have swollen ankles? Weird cravings? Is she always exhausted? What is she thinking and feeling every time Brett jabs her in her ribs? Does she have a hard time finding clothes that fit? Will she have a difficult labor? Will she always have stretch marks as a reminder of her sacrifice? How selfless it is to carry a child for nine months and choose to give her baby a family who is more prepared to parent him! It would have been so much easier for her to choose to abort him...but, instead, she is choosing to give him life and a family. Even if I never get to meet her, she will always have a special place in my heart-for carrying my little miracle, who has already beaten the odds!
One advantage to pregnancy over adoption: my ticker at the top of the page would be counting down rather than up!
Wow, Joy... what an awesome thing that Brett is so real to you that you put your hand on your tummy... I wish Henry was that real to me! I have been having a hard time processing it being REAL. I was really blessed by this story... it gives me hope that I can feel that way, too, before he comes home!!
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Amber