eleven

Eleven is a big number. At least for me. It doesn't mean I'm completely out of the danger zone. But for me it does at least mean I'm out of the danger-est zone. I'm past 10 weeks. I've made it to eleven weeks today. I have only one more week to feel even more safe. To feel even less scared. I have one more week until I can see my tiny peanut. To see the heartbeat, the arms, the legs, the body, the head. To start really loving this baby. To start planning and preparing, and start the best part of all: picking out a name. One more week and I think I will really be overjoyed and thrilled and excited and anxious, and only a little scared - instead of a lot scared.

Today, I'm just happy this little peanut and I made it to eleven.