Two week recap

Whoops- I dropped the bloggin' ball! Sorry about that. 

Here's a recent pic from last week (week 17):

I'm definitely getting a little bigger! At the end of week 15 I started feeling the baby flutter around. We're now a few days away from week 18 and I'm feeling definite "kicks" and things…a bit like popcorn in my stomach. Matt still hasn't been able to feel them, but hopefully he will soon!

The last two weeks have been good but a little crazy. During week 16 we had two little pregnancy "scares." The first is that while walking through our parking lot, I twisted my ankle and fell forward in a belly-flop fashion. I caught myself with one knee and one hand, but it was enough to almost knock the wind out of me. You'd think that 10+ years of dance lessons would prepare me to fall a little more gracefully, but no. My purse went flying and so did I. We called our OB and they had us come in to check the baby just in case. Everything looked fine and we were so thankful.

The following day, a tooth that had been bothering me for a week started throbbing like crazy. I called the dentist and they informed me that I needed to be seen "immediately" because if it was infected, the infection could get into my blood stream and poison the baby. The lady actually told me on the phone that the "tooth may need to come out tonight." Awesome. So Matt and I hopped in the car and drove to the nearest open dentist office on a Friday afternoon--which just happened to be an hour away. The dentist looked at the tooth and said it wasn't infected and that I could go home with the same number of teeth I came in with.

All that to say, those few days were a bit of a roller coaster. They were such a reminder to me of how God is the only one "in charge" of this pregnancy and this little one's life. I can eat all the right things and be as "safe" as possible, but at the end of the day, I'm reminded of how not in control I truly am. However, I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm totally finite. My clumsiness level is UP and my memory level is way DOWN. I fall flat on my face, quite literally.

But God, he is Creator and sustainer of all things. I'm so thankful to know that the following is true for this boy/girl making a ruckus in my stomach:

"For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. 
Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you,when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, 
when as yet there was none of them."
~Psalm 139:13-16