I didn't plan on writing about this, but here I am. A year ago today, I took a pregnancy test and was shocked and excited to see that it was positive. I was also very scared. The month had been crazy. I had the flu and a sinus infection and then a stomach bug. I was so worried something would be wrong with the baby. Fast forward to getting towards the end of the first trimester and I FINALLY started feeling a bit better about things. Then, BAM. We miscarried. Tonight, I feel another sweet baby moving inside of me while I type this. A baby who will be joining our family in April (Lord willing). What a difference a year makes.
As excited and thankful that I am that we are getting ready to meet this sweet baby, I still miss the little one that is in Heaven. I miss him/her terribly. He/she will always have a place in our family. The kids speak openly (not frequently, thankfully) about the baby in Heaven. They know they'll get to meet him/her one day. I love that. I love that we will all get to meet him/her one day.
And that's all I have to say about that.
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