What a weekend.....

Oh what a weekend. Saturday I went shopping with Amy for Jamie's wedding, and we shopped all day in the pouring rain. Bought you a cute little pink sweatsuit and some wall decorations for your room. Aunt Jen called and said that she had been given a bag of super cute littel girl clothes from a coworker. I was too excited to wait, so your dad and I went over there that night for dinner and to see all of the goodies. While the jury is still out on whether your Aunt Jen poisoned me or not...kidding.....I got home and started having some stomach pain. It got worse and worse until about an hour later when your dad decided that we were going to the emergency room. We went to Harris in Fort Worth and they wheeled me straight to the maternity ward. I tell you this story not because it was a glorious moment that I ever want to relive but it was this moment where I realized I would sacrifice all for you. Everything. Your dad and I just held hands and prayed the whole way to the hospital hoping that you would be okay. That God would keep his protective hand over you and keep you healthy. I couldn't feel you move, and I've never felt such fear. They hooked me up to the monitor and found your sweet heartbeat. There's never been a better sound. I think I just started crying knowing that you were okay. You can never doubt my love for you. So after contractions stopped (which I am convinced were at the hand of God), the doctor became concerned about my blood pressure. He decided to keep us until we could get it down to a healthy number. Again, by the power of God it slowly came down and 5 hours later we were able to head home. I've been told to rest and take things much easier. I am so sorry if I brought this on myself by not taking things easier and thinking that I could still act as if I wasn't carrying you. I feel such guilt that I put you at risk. I love you little butterbean and I promise to do everything I can to protect you and keep you healthy. Around 12 more weeks until I get to finally hold you!