The pregnancy seemed normal except for the fact that I had morning sickness all day long.
It was amazing for me to think that God was knitting my baby together in my womb as Psalm 139 indicates. Perfectly.
Then we had “the test.” You know the one where they take blood and check to see if your child has Down syndrome. We were not even certain we wanted this test but agreed only because we thought maybe it would be better to know so we could prepare our hearts.
The test came back positive, so I was taken to the high risk doctor where they could monitor growth in the child closely and often. Never in those nine months could they ever be certain of the outcome.
I did battle some fears in this. Fears of the unknown.