I was pregnant.
And then I wasn’t.
As per my last, the heartbeat stopped last week. It was a healthy 115 beats last May 18, and now, it hasn’t grown.
The embryo is 7 weeks old.
The baby should have been this week today:
We are sad of course.
Why is it that other women can easily churn out kids, when in fact, it’s so hard for us to get our second?
Well, at least we still have this:
The Lord has plans for us.
My OB says, only the strongest survive.
Unfortunately, only our daughter came out without a hitch. The last three died during the first trimester.
We do want a second. I am not getting any younger and running out of time.
But when things like these happen, the only thing we can do is pray, hope and wish for the best.
Have a good week everyone!