Today's my due date for the first pregnancy.
You'd think I'd be down in the dumps, but I'm not. For some reason, this day doesn't mark what could have been...it marks what I've been through.
1 year and 1 day since we made the decision to try for a baby.
36 weeks and 3 days since I found out my life was changing forever.
36 weeks since we figured out something might be wrong.
32 weeks and 4 days since we officially told that baby goodbye.
24 weeks and 3 days since I thought we were getting another chance.
23 weeks and 5 days since I found out that wasn't happening.
This might sound weird, but I kind of feel like I've accomplished something by surviving this year.
I never thought I could survive seeing babies born that were supposed to be my baby's age - I have.
I never thought I could go to another baby shower without breaking down - I can (and, because God has a sense of humor, I have one this afternoon. :))
I never thought I could hold a baby again - I can.
I never thought I would be able to talk about babies and listen to other women talk about pregnancy again - I can.
I never thought I could make it through this day - I have.
I never thought I could lose two babies - I have.
GO ME (and GO US really) for making it through this year!!!
Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him. -James 1:12