So I am 14 weeks pregnant now. At my last appointment I had gained only a pound, so I figured, Yeay me, right? Up until Thursday when a co-worker said to me, "You really are getting a pouch already!" Umm, thanks I guess. I was kinda hurt by this. I mean I knew that I would get big eventually. Like at 5 or 6 months, but at just barely 4 months? C'mon! So I steamed all day and polled a few friends and relatives about when they first started to show. It varied among them so I was still bummed. So I decided to google pictures of other random women at 14 weeks to see how I compared to them. Turns out more of them looked like me than not. Others looked 7 months already while the lucky waife types only looked 2 weeks pregnant, lol! Anyway, I now feel better about my baby bump aka pouch.
Hello, my name is Jennifer. (Just in case any of you newcomers out there didn't already know ;) My husband and I married 3 years ago. We live in Smalltown Iowa. On July 24th, 2009 we gave birth to our precious angel baby, Bryston Ray. He sadly did not make it. He was born still at 28 weeks gestation at 1:01pm that Friday afternoon. He wasn't due to arrive untill October 12, 2009. Then on Halloween 2009 we found out that we were expecting our Rainbow baby, peanut. At 10 weeks, 12/21/09, we miscarried again and lost our second angel baby. This is our story of love, life, and loss. Though we are just beginning our walk in grief, we'd like to share that road with others. I dont have any of the answers. All I know is that we are still here, beaten and broken. but still here learning how live again with a peice of our hearts missing.
In the New Testament, Jesus reassures his followers that not even a sparrow can fall without God's notice, and that their own more significant suffering is certainly seen and potentially forestalled or redeemed by God (Luke 12:6; Matthew 10:29).