signs of life

Chelsey and I are now into week 11 of pregnancy, and it's crazy to think we're over a quarter of the way done.  Last Friday we had our first "official" pre-natal visit which was so cool.   We actually got to hear the heart-beat of the little one inside. What a crazy thing that was.  At first, we just could hear Chelsey's heart, then all the sudden there it was -- "chuchu, chuchu", almost like a train.   It was like twice as fast as her's, just chugging along.  

I went to the waiting room for the rest of the exam, and couldn't help but to tear up.  How humbling?!  I am humbled that I have been allowed to be part of creating a child.   That God would allow me, so undeserving, to father a baby.  Even now, there's a weight to the responsibility in doing so, yet I believe it's a healthy one.  Not overwhelming, just a new challenge to grow closer to Him so that I am leading others His way too.  

I am not sure how often I might attend these appointments (our doctor is notorious for being behind), but I am blessed to have been a part of that moment.  To experience the signs of life we've created, in such a real way, is unreal.

"My frame was not hidden from you, when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth" - Psalm 139