Half-way

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  At 5 weeks when I found out I was pregnant,  I truly didn't think I would make it to this point. And tomorrow, I hit the half-way mark. 20 weeks... we made it! Owen, that's your name, by the way...your father and I have decided that is your name. We decided a few weeks back, and your father is completely sold on it! 
  I should have written when we decided, but I didn't. Oops. :) 
  Anyway... tomorrow I have a "high-risk" pregnancy appointment with a new doctor. I am a bit nervous because let's face it...my mind has the ability to run wild and make things up. But, I know that all will be fine. I do. I have faith! 
  And... I truly believe I have felt you! I have felt you! It has been so subtle, but I just know it is you. 

I will update how tomorrow goes... I am going to learn truly everything there is to know about you tomorrow. Just wish your dad could go. :(

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