Little wiggleworm

I have to make a confession. I haven't really felt like I was really pregnant. I know I went through all the horrors of morning sickness and weight loss and expanding belly but it all still seemed like everyday stuff. I guess in a way it was my way of being in denial. I was in utter shock when we found out we were pregnant and truth be told not sure I was ready to take on another pregnancy after all that we went through with the two miscarriages and the fight to keep Dawson inside me. Dawson has been a joy but a challenge too (got to love a strong willed child). I even kept my excitement to a minimum except when it was necessary (People don't understand when you say you aren't sure you are excited about being pregnant). Well.......that all started to change when we were told that we "might" be having a little girl at 18 weeks. *another confession. I really wanted a girl. I REALLY wanted to be able to honor my Grandma Kitty and give her the little Rosie that she had always been longing for. I felt that if I could have my little girl and name her after Grandma then I would be able to have a small piece of her around me all the time and maybe fill that emptiness that her death caused in my heart. Anyways.....the spark of excitement started to glow more when I found the outfit that Grandma Kitty bought for me to come home from the hospital in. I had kept it a rubbermaid container along with all the girlie stuff I had been saving all these years. It is a little yellowed (antiqued) but still very usable. I think we will be using it for her blessing dress. The glow grew brighter when we officially confirmed this week that for sure we were having a little girl and then yesterday the bright glow turned into a bonfire when I was laying on the couch and my stomach jumped around to the point that it scared the cat who had been laying very near the action. I am happy to say I am now happy, excited and overjoyed to be having a baby but so glad we are now done.