Hi! I hope everyone has recuperated from Thanksgiving and being super thankful for what they have in their lives. I, for one, wish I had one more day to be around family and share the love that filled the in-law’s house last week. It was a great time to relax after the busy weeks we’ve had. The mountains always relax me, this time of year. Or maybe it was the turkey. Either way, I wish I could have frozen time.
So, unless, you are also following us on Facebook, it may seem like we’ve been a bit quiet here on the blog. Sometimes, it’s much easier to just upload a picture or type a quick status update. I know, I know, the blog is so much more, well, wordy and organized. But, hey, it is what it is, right? If you aren’t getting this post in your Facebook feed, be sure to head over to the Facebook page here (Noah and Heather Vaught’s Baby Dreams Page) and click on the “Like” button. That will ensure that you have full access to the fun we’ve been having over there!!!
Anyway, I wanted to drop in and let everyone know that we are doing GREAT! Another milestone was met last week during the annual Post Thanksgiving Dinner Semi-Coma that I’m sure all of you were participants. While I was lounging, enjoying the feeling of fullness and reflecting on how blessed our family has been this whole year, as proven by almost 9 month old Niece Caroline playing in front of me and the belly ball I was rubbing, I felt something I’ve been waiting to feel for weeks (no, months, no, actually, YEARS). I felt a bona fide, well-defined, very expressive kick. Not the little popcorn pops I had been feeling for a week or so. No, this one was felt with my hand.
I immediately grabbed the Hubster’s hand and held it on my belly, thinking for sure I was just feeling the results of dinner. Yet, right on cue, there it was again!
Yes, my friends, I am truly thankful. I am thankful for these kicks that are now happening every couple of hours (not so much the ones to my bladder or back, though). I am thankful that I was with family when it happened, and I am most thankful that Noah was the second person to feel them.
Until next time, keep those hopes alive. It is hope that will get you past the days you wonder just what is it all worth. Even though our journey was untraditional, and completely off the schedule we had laid out so long ago (get married, have a kid, all within a year), the end result has made every single obstacle and broken heart, and unanswered prayer worth it.