This makes me cry. For as much as I whine about feeling huge and being uncomfortable in this summer heat, I am thankful with all my might for this baby in my belly. I swear I didn't think we'd make it this far, I truly believed my body would fail me yet again, but here we are, 26 weeks, with a healthy baby boy in my belly. For all my fears, for all my doubts, for all my tears, God hasn't left me. He loves this little miracle. So do I.