One week...

So first of all, I'm not one to believe in coincidences at all so the fact that today is one month from the worst day of my life AND one week from my ultrasound gives me hope that this baby was placed in my life in such an unsteady time for a reason.

Here's a little humor...
If you see the picture (I'm mobile blogging since my Internet is off at home unexpectantly) my due date is labor day!!!! How crazy is that? I just discovered it when writing in my calendar. So who knows!

Life has been a little rocky, I'm trying to dig out of the mess I was left. I'm excited about the baby but worried about who will be in its life. I will say that the people who have been supportive are incredible and that's coming from not only my family and friends but Cory's too. I can't wait to meet our little bundle of joy.

So I'm asking for prayers. My nausea is still there but eating pretzels helps. I'm going to continue working 60 hour weeks even if I would rather not to try to stay steady financially through all of this. I'm strong, I'll make it. I've been praying for strength, guidance and for this child to have both of its parents no matter their relationship with each other.

B