There is no other way for me to feel this Thanksgiving other than utterly grateful and excited that my baby boy is so healthy. He is absolutely number one on my thankful list. Yesterday marked 34 weeks into this pregnancy. He is a strong little guy, moving and kicking and doing all the things he should.
I have the most wonderful family in the entire world. Every day I know I am blessed from my dear husband, my mom, all my in-laws and cousins. it is just overwhelming how wonderful everyone is.
I have a job, I have a roof over my head, I have the things I need, and pretty much anythign I could want, and more. It is an overabundance. I have the ability to share with people who don’t have those things.
I have wonderful friends who make me laugh and who cry with me if we need it.
But this Thanksgiving I also have a great big hole opening up in my heart. Our plan was for all the cousins on my mom’s side to be in town so we could celebrate this wonderful holiday together. And now those plans have changed. One of us is too sick to come home. As hard as he has been fighting, as wonderful as his attitude and his take on life has always been, right now things don’t look good. My heart is breaking again and there is nothing I can do – aside from praying and continuing to have hope. After all, I have a little miracle growing inside of me. I just have to belive that anything is possible.
