I found out today a friend is pregnant. I was excited - her husband is a graduating third year, they are moving back to his hometown, and I really wasn't surprised. (It's odd how finding out certain people are pregnant bothers me more than hearing certain other people are pregnant. I can't really explain it.) I, of course, ask all the prerequisite questions.

Do you know what you are having? She wants to be surprised.
How far along are you? 16 weeks.
When are you due? November 15.

Then it hit me, hard. My smile faltered. November 15 was my due date. The one I quickly looked up on the pregnancy wheel at work one day, right after I saw that second faint blue line.

And suddenly I was reminded again of all that I have lost.


Dell's blog said…
I thought I had left a post before but will try again.
obviously you have lost a child..I am sorry...We have 7 and are thankful for each and every one of them. God is good.
One of our sons is a doctor and you never know when you will be called on to give advice!!! As a nurse I have experienced this too.
I enjoy your blog and like seeing the photos of our beautiful California. Have lived here all my life.
rebecca said…
My heart aches for you. Infertility and miscarriage (the loss of a child at ANY age, really) have to be some of the hardest trials one can face in this life. I pray often that your home will be filled with children and check your blog often for the announcement that a baby is on the way. Hold onto faith ...

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