Another week has come and gone and things are looking good. I met with our high-risk OB this morning. My ultrasound looked good and this little girl was moving around a bit and waving her arms for us. She's measuring just shy of 23 weeks and the doctor thought everything looked great. Phew. She weighs 1.3 pounds today, which is more than L weighed when she was born.
I'm still loving having a posterior placenta and feeling all of her kicks. There were a few big ones last night and I just love staring at my belly as it moves. That will never get old.
I'm thankful for another week with a healthy baby and am trying to approach the time when we lost L with optimism and a positive attitude. This time, things will be different.
To my grapefruit-sized baby in there, please just keep growing and kicking! We can't wait to meet you in a few months.