The End of 23
Dear Mini Conley,
You're 23 weeks, 6 days old and the now the size of a large mango! Yum! It's said that you're probably about 11 inches long, but since your parents descend from the Amazon, I'd be willing to bet a few bucks that you're probably longer than that. Sorry my Love. But you'd better get used to being the tallest girl in the group. I always was, and though it was hard when I was younger, you'll appreciate it when you're older! I promise!
Easily, my favorite thing about pregnancy this far is feeling your little kicks throughout the day. More than ever, I notice your little love nudges and stand/sit with my hand across my belly constantly, hoping to feel just one more. That's how I fall asleep at night too. It's such a miracle - this sensation - and I can't wait till you experience it on your own someday. Ok, actually, I can wait. Let's not get too ahead of ourselves!
Mama and Pa have continued our research like a couple of mad scientists this week and feel very strongly about the things we've found and the choices that we'll likely make once you're welcomed into this world. We can't wait until that day, but with it comes numerous, very serious decisions and we want to be sure we're making the right ones for you and our family. Because of that, we're glad we still have a couple months left to dig and ask questions! This week, we dug more into our research regarding vaccines and also started looking into the possibility of switching from a hospital birth to one at a birthing center. We're praying for discernment and wisdom as we inch closer to your arrival and want to be obedient in whatever direction God is leading us.
We love you Baby Girl. With every ounce of our hearts!
And next up on the research agenda:
How to keep a polar bear out of the trash can.
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