So twelve weeks. Vavoo and I have made it to twelve weeks together. And I threw up this morning, which is actually a good thing and brought congratulations from my patient husband. Every time I get sick I remember that means that Vavoo is still growing and that I can thank God for another day of life for our baby. Maybe that sounds fairly dramatic, but that's what I do. Vavoo is two weeks older than our second child, and we are thanking God.
Thank you for praying for us, all of us.
Oh, and according to certain sources, Vavoo is about the size of a lime today. Just a fun little fact to throw out there.