Thursday, June 25
23 weeks and 5 days. I'm still here. Tired of laying down but doing exactly what the doctors told me to do. :) The babies are still doing their kicking/punching/headbutting things inside. I still love it, but I have to admit that every kick scares me a little. Sure, it assures me that they're still in there and healthy, but I'm so scared that I'll get so attached (more so than already) and something will happen. I've lived the past few days in constant fear that I would miss something and that these babies would come way too early. I can't have that... it's been too long and we've come so far and the idea of starting over is just too scary. These little guys are meant to be my little guys. I'm supposed to be caring for them in a few months. They're not supposed to be in danger. My body isn't supposed to be making things difficult. .... it's just scary.