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Baby 2# heart beats

Baby 2# heart beats

January 7, 2009 stefanieboyce

Baby 2 update- We had our first listen at the heart beat and the heart rate was 165. Old wives tale says that would be a girl…we will hopefully see on March 4 at 3:30…at our first ultrasound!

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Life can sure feel heavy, can’t it? Some days just feel like we’re trudging through mud where even the normal, daily tasks seem a bit harder to complete. Grief can do that to you. Depression can too. Failure does a pretty good job of it, not to mention comparison or just a vague sense of not being enough. Yesterday afternoon I felt a bit heavy and defeated. Even the simple tasks like making dinner didn’t happen. I took a hot shower and spent the day in my sweats and stayed there as long as I needed. But today was a new day. A day full of great connections, promising possibilities, and progress. A day even wearing real pants! Sometimes heavy comes in moments or days, other times it comes in seasons. When I woke up this morning and looked over the last two days, this video of Brooklyn, playing in the mud flooded my mind. THAT’S IT! I thought! Life may be messy and heavy, but it is also fun! What would it look like on those heavy days, we thinned our mud out with some water? What if we just sat in the heavy? And maybe the next day we flung it around and made mud pies, making something beautiful? Maybe playing in the mud doesn’t always have to be icky, and dare I say, it can also be fun? Guess it’s all in how we see it.
It was a joy and privilege being with my new friends and some familiar faces @mopschristchurchcrossroads this morning! 🔥
Message prep....MOPS, here I come! #mopsinternational #mopsspeaker #findyourfire
Reflecting on the gift of this rare type of friendship today. Who are those people for you? #jbthankful #friendship
Cousins. ❤️❤️
11 months closer, Jay. I haven’t forgotten you, even though your sister has made you a bit harder to find. Fall reminds me. The chickadee has taken center stage at the feeder, and the chill in the air whispers for me to return. I wonder if the one year mark will feel different. Some people say year two is harder, but mixed with the loss of your sister, I am losing count. I am tired of keeping track of the day you went to heaven, and have begun to wonder if something else feels right to count. Nana and papa have lots of pictures up. It was nice to see. Pictures help me remember. I am so glad I have pictures.
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