Dear Harpie,
You are worrying Momma today. I’m missing half of my fingernails & I’m convinced that some of the nausea is from stress.
And I feel like I can barely write, only because I am so deep into prayer & my own selfish worries. I know everything is fine with you — I still am reeling with symptoms, and light spotting is generally okay. I am thrilled that the nurses & doctors care for you enough that they want to double-check this afternoon. The odds are in our favor, little one.
But it does make me face a reality of pregnancy, and that reality is the potential to lose you, my little bird. So far, I have done a great job of keeping calm & remaining hopeful. When Daddy & I started trying for you, we prayed that this would be God’s will. That if it wasn’t the correct time, that it simply wouldn’t happen. And we also prayed that with everything in our lives, that if He did give us a baby, that it would stick. Because we cannot take anymore heartbreak & stress right now.
Harpie, I hope to see you today & I know your little heart is beating away & you are thriving. I love you.
Love,
Momma
p.s. looks like we survived Daddy’s cooking 
