It's the day after we got the news about Sophia's arm and this type of news has been harder for me to process than I thought. I've tried to keep myself busy but I find that no matter what I do I'm thinking about it. I see little girls and I just stare at their arms and start crying. I try to hide my tears from my husband and mainly from my boys. I think they know something is going on but they arent sure. My youngest son kept looking at me earlier with this wondering eye. I could just see his little brain thinking and trying to figure out what mood I'm in. My husband has been so great and so attentive to my emotional needs. He's kissed my belly more over the past 2 days than he has during my entire pregnancy. He's also been rubbing on it more. Lastnight as we were in bed trying to fall asleep he whispered, "I love our baby so much." Hearing him say that brought tears to my eyes. I know he loves her. I knew just how much when we sat on the ultrasound table crying together. He wasnt just letting the tears roll down his face. He was crying..... He was hurting and he was scared for her. After reading different stories on the internet, I am lucky to have found this out before she's born. This way I can mourn for her arm and get all my tears out before she's born. There is still a chance she could have her arm but for now, I'll prepare for the worst yet continue to hope for the best.

On a brighter note, she's been moving around alot lately. Lastnight I thought she was gonna climb through my belly button! LOL - Geeze, I love this little girl so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!