It's a foggy, rainy night, and even though I am tired of the gloominess, I rejoice in the fact that January is over, soon the buds will be coming out on the trees, and my belly is growing everyday. The other day Michael's dad told him that life has a way of turning around. It's been a long, difficult, beautiful, and enlightening journey, full of all kinds of emotion. But the best moment yesterday was when the perinatologist confirmed that our baby, as far as he can tell, is doing well, and appears healthy and strong. No markers of Trisomy 18, or Down's. I know nothing is a guarantee, but it was like someone lifted a weight from our heart's. Michael and I both cried as we watched our baby cross it's legs, put it's hands up to it's face, and show us his bum with a full view. Yes, it's a boy. Something we wanted to know, for many reasons, but I don't think it could have been hidden. He was very happy to reveal to us who he was. And although we have twenty weeks before we hold him in our arms, it was wonderful to have a little glimpse into the mysteriousness and magical world of our growing baby. Driving home from the appointment, I thought of my little Luka, and all that she has taught us. I miss her, but I know she had a part in giving us a son, and her a brother. And so we just continue to live day by day. Embracing the now, the beauty of feeling kicking feet and tickling hands, and hoping for the outcome we have so longed for.