Today I am thankful for FAITH. My pregnancy journey...

Giving thanks can be so "easy" when things are going well and life is in a happy place. This is my fifth pregnancy. All (with the exception of the miscarriage) have been very healthy pregnancies with no issues. I have always been very thankful for that and I think that I have became a little expectant of it.
This journey began many months ago during my morning devotions. My quiet time to sit and reflect and be with the Lord before I began my day. I was at peace with my family size and used every "excuse" that any more children just did not make sense in this world today. The stronger I have become in my faith the more that I have realized that the things of the world are of no matter if you have faith and follow what God is leading you to, regardless of what others (and sometimes even yourself) may think is "right". After no time at all I began a process that would begin with me laughing at the thought that God had planned another child for our family, to beginning to desire it myself, to convincing my husband that this was God's plan for us and that we should trust in His plan no matter how scary it may be. He knows best. I knew that this was a lesson in trust and I wanted to truly let go and do so. So, by the time that we were beginning to trust and become open to the idea of maybe......the test came up positive! All in His timing and planning, not on ours.
Isn't that how it really is though?! Don't we think that we are in control when really He is the one who controls all things? We just end up with what is best for us if we truly give up control and just let it be. Hence baby #5 is truly a gift from God and my faith that brought this gift to us.
Little did I know just how much faith I would need and what a lesson in faith, trust and letting go, this journey would be.
All was going well and we were really getting excited about the baby growing inside me. The kids were elated and could not wait for the new baby to join our family! Then around 12 weeks I woke up to a gush of fluid and blood. At 2am all I could do was expect the worst and did not sleep the rest of the night. I prayed a lot through the night and realized how much this baby really meant to me and to our family. 10 hours later I would finally see my baby on an ultrasound and get some answers as to what was going on and if my baby was OK. I was relieved (to say the least) to see a healthy heart beat and a very active baby. There was something else going on that a different ultrasound would better show the next day.
The issue is a Subchorionic Hematoma, subchorionic bleeding is the accumulation of blood within the folds of the chorion (the outer fetal membrane, next to the placenta) or within the layers of the placenta itself. These bleeds, or clots, can cause the placenta to separate from the uterine wall if they get too large, if they develop in a bad spot, or if they aren’t eventually reabsorbed.
Worse case scenario it could hemorrhage and the pregnancy could end in miscarriage.

I was somewhat relieved that the baby was OK and that my water hadn't broken. However, taking it easy with four kids 6 and under (and no sex) for at least the next  month sounded less than appealing. However, the baby was alive! No matter what I had to do I was willing to do it.
Now we are playing the waiting game. Praying that the Subchorionic Hematoma reabsorbs and that I can complain in 25 weeks that I am ready for this baby to come out already! I have a feeling that the complaining will be limited as I remember that journey that it took to get to that happy ending. I am so grateful for the faith that has carried me through this difficult time. Without it I would be lost. Without it I would have never been opened to the idea of welcoming another bundle of joy into our family. By the grace of God we will be welcoming another ABUNDANT BLESSING into our beautifully created family. I am very, very abundantly blessed!