It's for real!

I've been spotting off and on even before I knew I was pregnant (that was a sign that I guessed I was). So, finally I called the doctor and they got me in yesterday for what they called a "viability ultrasound." I was fairly anxious going in. I know that God is in control, but there is always this teeny tiny hope that I can control things, just a little bit. To add to the stress a bit, I had to bring Rori and Liam with. I talked to Rori about the doctor needing to look in mama's tummy and she needed to sit real nice with Liam on the chair while the doctor did it. She was a perfect angel. The boy, on the other hand, as soon as the doctor turned the lights off, started to wail. I have to give him credit that he stayed on the chair with his sister, but frankly I think I only heard about 70% of what the doctor was saying, but all I cared about was that I saw the heartbeat! The doctor seemed rushed (that's what I will call it instead of saying he was annoyed at the poor 20 month old little boy that was scared), so fortunately I have an appointment tomorrow where I can ask him specific questions that I have about the spotting. So for now, all looks good! It's all becoming more real to me. But please keep us in your prayers--especially for me for peace, no matter what happens.

PS If you've read the comments under the post where I announced my pregnancy, rest assured that both my father and my husband have lost naming privileges for this baby. Frankly, so has Rori Rose. She keeps asking Jesus for a baby sister (we haven't told her about the baby yet) and she wants to name her Sleeping Beauty. And if by chance Jesus gave her a baby brother--which right now, according to her is not an option because she already has a baby brother--she would name him Prince Phillip.