So, we announced we were expecting and I haven’t really said much about it since. I’m nervous.

If we’ve been friends for long, you know there were six miscarriages. There are seven little ones waiting in heaven for me. The twins were just at 12 weeks when I lost them – Matthew and Violet. I wasn’t sick with them. I felt great.

This time, I’m sick. I’ve been diagnosed with the ever amazing hyperemesis gravidarum. Yes, I’m taking medicine. Yes, it leaves me keeping food down, but in this strange, flu-like world of nausea. No, I’m not complaining, not really. I know I should be thankful. This baby is a miracle. This baby is already being used by God to spread hope and love and laughter. It is without a doubt that I have received a gift.

Will I carry to term? Goodness, I hope so. I really, really think so.

Today, I will smile that I have something in common with Princess Kate. And I will treasure Julia, Nate, and Riley.

Riley came up to me today and – unprovoked – said, “I love you, mamma. Snuggles?”. He says it back to me, but he has never just said it to me without me asking for it. That is something that I want to remember.

These are just some random pics from Salt Lake City. It was a stunning city. I can’t wait to take the family there someday – hopefully all six of us!