Hi, Muffin. (That’s what I’ve started to call you.) We’re almost at 8 weeks together and I’m itching to get to 9 weeks so I can have my ultrasound. The emotions still aren’t quite as high as they were for Angel. All I can do at this point is make sure I’m taking care of my body. I’ve only told Alice and Phil, and Loren and Dan. No one else knows, but this time around it doesn’t feel like this big secret that I can’t wait to spill. Maybe when I see you on the ultrasound in a couple of weeks I will be ready to spill the beans. I just need a picture of you in my hands before I can openly share the news.
I opened up the “What to Expect” app again to start tracking your growth. The app still had my progress from when Angel was with us. I just deleted the app when I miscarried because I didn’t want to receive notifications about the progress. But when I opened up the app the other day I was reminded that I would have been about 24 weeks pregnant. My due date would have been in March.
Angel, keep a close eye on your sibling, okay? Encourage them to grow strong day by day. Is God sharing Muffin’s future with you? Is He telling you all of Muffin’s funny quirks? I love you both very much. Keep waiting for me and watching over me and baba. Love you both.
Drops of Jules 