It’s an overwhelming feeling. It’s a fearful place and time.
I try so hard not to be afraid, but … I just am. I am afraid that if this sweet one dies I will not be able to stand back up. I am afraid that people will judge us, even condemn us, for trying again (and failing again). I am afraid that my body will betray my sweet angel and force him/her out before it’s time. I am afraid that this will be our last chance. I am afraid for my relationship with Matt and with God… I am just afraid.
I keep reminding myself that whatever happens, happens. I don’t mean that to sound cold or harsh. But it’s true. And, being afraid isn’t going to change things. So, I can live joyously and expectantly – OR, I can live fearfully. And living fearfully isn’t really living. I want to remember every precious moment of this journey, and to cherish this time. I do not want to be so consumed with fear that I miss out on special moments with this babe or with Matt, or with God.
It is so hard to know in your heart one thing and in your head another.
I am pregnant for the third time since May of 2009 (that’s 19 months). I have been pregnant for 10 of the last 19 months. When my due date rolls around, I will have been pregnant for 16 out 27 months. Isn’t that astounding. It is to me. My body is probably going as crazy as my hormones!!