If something *should* happen though, I'm taking comfort in the fact that many babies survive being born at 25 weeks. My little one's lungs are capable of working and she's getting stronger each day!
I feel her move often now and try to picture what part it might be protruding. It usually feels like she's sideways in my tummy but whether it's an elbow or foot poking me, I don't have a clue. I'm just thankful for each little movement. There just aren't many things better than feeling your baby move inside of you. I never cease to be amazed that God lets me in on His miracles.
Ryland kept wanting to be in the pictures as I was trying to get a good bump shot so ^ here's one of me and my two little babies!