Week 25, Day 3

I have a picture album for Peter and Sarah. Each album contains pictures of me while I was pregnant with them and continues on through their first year of life.

They love to look through those albums.  Sarah, especially, will pour over them.  She loves the pictures of my big belly and was always amused at the the thought that she was in there.

When we told the kids we were pregnant, one of the things she wanted to know was if we were going to take belly shots like we had done previously.

"Of course we are!" was my exuberant reply.

And that was my plan.  We would start taking the shots at 18 weeks, the same time I started taking the pictures of my expanding stomach with Peter and Sarah.

But 18 weeks was the exact time we found out this little one has Trisomy 18.  So coming home from the ultrasound to exitedly take pictures of my stomach was not high on the list of priorities.

As my stomach has grown, I would glance in the mirror and think that I really needed to take pictures but at the same time I would think, what's the point.  Sad to say, but that's what I keep thinking.

Sarah, however, in her innocence and excitement, has continued to harass me about taking a belly shot.  So, yesterday, I decided to oblige her.

We are praying for a miracle.  And believing for a miracle. So why not actually act like a miracle is coming and that I'm going to have a little one who will excitedly look back over the belly shots when she's older.

And in attempt to make it up to her, instead of doing the typical every two week shots I did with Peter and Sarah, I will take one every week from here until delivery. And, lucky you, internet.  I will be posting them here for you to see!