I daily hear of a new person I've never met that is praying for us, following our story and or sending us positive vibes. Our friends and family are truly pulling for us, as well as our doctors, nurses, moms in my multiples group and my new "bed rest buddies" at the hospital. I have always believed in prayer and the power of positive thinking, but when the nurses come in and are baffled that we are still here, it's all I can "blame" for why we are still doing so well. I wish I could physically see all the thoughts, prayers and energy coming our way -- I think it would light up the sky! Thank you, Thank you, Thank you if you are reading this.. for everything you have done.
|Little did we know that day...|
I feel like I'm on the 11th mile of a half marathon (never ran a full, so this is my best comparison). Yeah, I'm tired, but I am alive, capable and have just done a lot more work than most will ever do in their life - so I feel pretty dang good. At mile 8 you aren't totally sure your body will provide for you.. you are tired, scared and can't even fathom the finish line. But at mile 11, you have way more behind you than in front of you..the finish line is real and you can taste how good it will feel. It doesn't scare you anymore to finish the race. It's yours to have and you feel like smiling. I don't want to jinx myself, but I have picked up speed and I feel like I can do the last 2.1 miles (= 2 more weeks, putting us at around 35 weeks). Even if the babies decide to come earlier, I know we have done the journey together.. and however we finish, it will be the 5 of us and we will be a victory.