Thankful

**Benny's post is being delayed ... he's a bit slow at doing things.

Right now I am in my 27th week of pregnancy. Everything is so surreal. It's hard to wrap my mind around the fact that in three short months BSC and I will be responsible for the well-being of a helpless little child that we created together. The thought is almost overwhelming.

I need to take a moment to express how thankful I am that we are in the middle of such an amazing process. I've already stood on my soapbox and voiced my complaints about pregnancy. But now I need to make it clear that I know how lucky we have been throughout this series of events. I know the pain and heartache people go through trying to get pregnant, trying to stay pregnant, and then trying to adopt. I've seen the struggles people face in their marriage and lives when they find out that having children is not possible. I've talked with people going through the emotionally and financially grueling process of adoption, just to be let down once again and be told that they will not get the baby, not this time.

Somehow I feel like it's not fair. Why did it come so easy for us, when so many people who want nothing more in life than to have a child ... can't? I know we've been given an amazing gift. Even if this is the only child we can have, I am so grateful that I am able to play such a large part in assisting God in creating a miracle.

With that said, here are some recent pictures for those of you who requested more belly shots. Yes, I've GROWN! And I hate that shadow behind me, making me look bigger than I am. And this picture was taken right after work, can you see the stress in my face? Yeah ...

ULTRASOUND PICS

These ultrasound pictures were taken in my 20th week when we found out that we are going to have a boy. Enjoy!

Apparently these are his boy parts. Is it weird that I'm posting these on my blog?

This is his face looking straight on. The two big dark circles are his eyes.

This is his fist. I'm pretty sure he was trying to give the doctor the finger. He didn't like the ultrasound machine constantly poking at him.

And here we have a tiny little foot. I can already tell that he has BSC's feet and not mine.

This is ... I have no idea. If anyone can identify this, you win the prize.

And this is my favorite. His profile. We have this picture posted up on our fridge so I can look at it every morning before I go to work.

So far, everything about this little guy is exhibiting BSC and not me. Go figure. I've already determined that he's going to have BSC's flat feet, and not my high arched ballerina feet. I'm hoping that he won't weigh 12 pounds when he's born like BSC did! And he's already got BSC's attitude toward authority. At my last doctor appointment they did the usual stuff which includes listening to his heartbeat (my favorite part). This time, the little bugger gave the doctor some attitude. Every time she would find his heartbeat with the fetal doppler machine, he would kick the doctor and turn around. Again, she put the reader on the other side of my belly, found the heartbeat and ... KICK he moved over to the other side again. She had to chase him around for a good 10 minutes before he would let her listen to his hearbeat. I think this is forshadowing what is to come in my life.