29 Weeks...transitioning to motherhood!

Friday marked our 29th week, and it was an interesting day for Mama Corrie. I had a mini panic attack about lack of movement and "fetal activity." After days of feeling her on a very regular basis, I thought that something must be wrong. I debated on whether or not to call the doctor, and I finally broke down (in more ways than one) as I explained my concerns over the phone. To make a long story short, everything was okay. I had to find a comfortable/relaxed position (which was difficult at school) to sit and count movements. Someone covered my classroom as I settled down, and everything worked itself out. I share this story only because I feel like yesterday was a defining moment for me in the journey of motherhood. I felt like something was wrong, and all I could think about was finding a way to make it better. I prayed for our little girl, and I felt such a connection with our daughter whom we haven't even met. I thought about my mom and the millions of ways that she has provided for me over the years, and I wanted nothing more than the assurance that our little squirt was okay. Even though this "ordeal" was "small" on the scale of what we have to come, it gave me such a deeper understanding of what it means to be a mother.