There's still so much time to go and anything can happen, although I read that once you hit the 6-week mark, the likelihood of miscarriage drops from 50% to 10%...so as you can imagine,Saturday can't come fast enough for me!
We broke down and told our families after we'd decided that we'd wait until Thanksgiving to tell them. For one thing, I just can't keep something like that from my mom...and if anything bad did happen, I'd want her to be here. So why not tell her? But by telling her, I also had to tell my siblings. And of course we told my mother-in-law as well.
We also went to church yesterday for the first time (that wasn't Easter or Christmas) in years. We have so much to be grateful for that it seemed like the right thing to do. We tried out a church here for the first time and it wasn't an enlightening experience (except the kind that makes you realize how NOT to raise children), but we will just try and find another one in the area that we like.
In other news, I leave for Arizona today. I'm a little nervous about traveling; especially to a place where there is a high altitude (not that I've read anything adverse about that, but still). I will be praying a lot in these next few days.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not just now finding religion - I've always prayed, but I'm not a fanatic about it. I would never shove my views down someone else's throat, like my cousin, who keeps sending me messages to join her "Jesus Loves You!!" group online. Helloooooo...I'm Catholic - don't you think I have the whole Jesus loves me thing down pat by now?!? But I digress.
Time for me and my .05" peanut to get ready to head to the airport.
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