I have a 7:30 appt tomorrow morning for THE TEST. I’m nervous, anxious, scared, and hopeful… so I have this lovely pukey feeling in my tummy. I’m praying for peace – no matter what the result – but in my heart I’m praying/ hoping that those little babies are tucked in snug and tight and growing growing growing. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow waiting for the call. Most of this process feels like waiting, waiting, waiting. … and then throw in some more waiting. I know that our God works miracles daily and I’m hoping that he chooses to grace us with a miracle.