I’m still here. I’m still pregnant.
This plays in my mind on an endless loop right now. Tonight is the night that everything bad started, last time. In three days time, I would be in the hospital, and in 8 days, our daughter would be dead.
So here we are again. And I’m still pregnant. Counting down the hours and days until I am more pregnant than I’ve ever been is all I can do from here. Thinking about the dream ultrasound from Friday, knowing that it should mean we’ll make it there just fine.