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24 Weeks and Counting

So I went for my 24 week scan today.  These visits are normally something to look forward to, but in my experience these have never been great as I have received bad / damning news on so many of these. 

Well, all is well, Luka weighs 600 odd grams and we could see her face clearly, she looks just like Liam did on his scans.  The placenta is holding and doing its job, so all looks set for an uneventful birth this time - we live in hope!
 

I also spent the night sewing!  I made some pink cushions for the baby room, amazing how the nesting instinct kicks in when you are pregnant.  I normally hate sewing, but as soon as I am pregnant I cannot resist. 

I also thought last night that it is amazing to see life come full circle, Liam fell asleep in front of the television and Gerhard carried him to bed, it feels like yesterday when we were kids and our own fathers carried us to bed.  I am starting to realise every day how we only understand what our parents went through once we have kids of our own.  

One day it was just the two of us, now there are three and a half of us, it is such a responsibility being a parent, Liam relies on us for absolutely everything, from the basics such as food and shelter to the biggies, like love, emotional support.  In the end, the only thing that will remain on earth after Gerhard and I are gone will be Liam and Luka, and what they stand for, and I am hoping that their value and belief systems will be strong.  That they will be people of character and ethics, not scared to stand up for themselves or what they believe in.  This is all that we can hope for, in a cruel world that gets crazier by the day we can arm them only with the truth and pray that this will be sufficient. 

But hey, Liam is only 2 and my wish is that there is time enough to give the two of them all the tools they need to get through life, to be happy and fulfilled regardless of what they do or become. 

Kids, what a privilege to be parents. 

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