It’s crazy to think after all the ups and downs of this pregnancy (especially just recently) that I only have 7 weeks before my daughter’s due date. Just 3 weeks ago, at 30 weeks, my water broke. They thought I’d have my daughter that night. One week passed.. then two.. and nothing happened. After scans and an amniocentesis where they injected dye into my fluid to make sure I wasn’t leaking.. they realized somehow (by miracle really) my amniotic sac resealed itself and I was able to come home. Now we have hit 33 weeks and I am speechless. I didn’t think I’d make it to ten weeks.. let alone the second or even third trimester. My first miscarriage has loomed over my head this entire pregnancy. Now I get to feel my strong and healthy little girl wiggle around for as long as she is willing to stay put. She’s got my mom’s fighting spirit. I am blessed, grateful, and so full of love for my little one. Her little soul has changed me from the inside out. 7 more weeks sweet girl! I am so excited to hold you in my arms, but I certainly can wait.. no rush 😉💗