This is the time.
The time I dread most of pregnancy.
A transition.
A "good" week.
A marker.
The "safe zone" is in sight.
This is also the time I lost my first baby.
This is the time I thought I was losing Jack.
This is the time God proves Himself faithful... no matter the outcome.
I might hold my breath a little but I continue to put on Hope and Faith and Trust.
This is the time I pray.
This is the time I really press in.
This is the time I press on.
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