It wasn't even ten days into the month of January in 2013 when I began to wonder. It was this little thought, this whisper of hope that said "Maybe, maybe..." that I barely dared to listen to. A few weeks later my wondering, my hoping, my praying all received the answer I wanted more than anything else: Yes. Yes. I was pregnant. We were going to have a baby. Over the months that followed we found out more about that baby. We found that it was healthy, we found that it was a boy, we found that the name that truly felt like a perfect fit was Judah. But there were other things, too, that I found. Things I didn't expect to be a part of this process of pregnancy the way I had expected the check-up's, ultrasound, and baby name books. I knew him. I felt like I knew who he was, this tiny, unborn human being. I knew things about his personality. The way he behaved in utero told me things about him. It would have seemed like a ridiculous leap for me
The ramblings of a woman, wife, mother, artist, and Christ follower.