I Choose To Be Thankful

Today, Cody sent me a short text from work, reminding me to be thankful. He gave no big details, but informed me that he'd just delivered a 4 month old, stillborn baby. He ended his text asking me to pat my belly and thank God for the life inside of me, reminding me that every heart beat is a blessing. 

As hard as it is to hear about that precious baby, as hard as it is to not understand why God allows those things, I sit here so incredibly thankful. 

I'm thankful for Gunner's strong heartbeat that I heard today.
I'm thankful that I haven't had an ounce of morning sickness. 
I'm thankful that I've maintained a good amount of energy for the past 7 months.
I'm thankful for the kicks, the squirms, and the flips in my belly. 
I'm thankful that my stomach hasn't been too picky about foods. 
I'm thankful that my body has sustained and continues to sustain this pregnancy.
I'm thankful that God knew exactly what He was doing when He designed our bodies. 
I'm thankful that Gunner gets the hiccups.
I'm thankful to have insurance that helps take care of me and my baby.  
I'm thankful for caring and attentive doctors and nurses. 
I'm thankful for friends and other momma's who answer my silly questions. 
I'm thankful that God knows Gunner and the plans that He has for his future.

Tonight, instead of whining about back cramps or the constant need to visit the bathroom, I choose to be thankful. Because somewhere, out there, there's a momma wishing that she had the opportunity to be thankful for all of those things.