Last time around I knew I was pregnant for a whole three weeks before I went in for my first sonogram--the one that showed baby bean was there but his* heartbeat wasn't.
It is morbid curiosity, I guess, that has made me wonder for the past couple of days how exactly the days worked out last time. I looked up a 2007 calendar today and was somewhat disturbed to see that November 2007 and July 2010 are...well, the same month. That is that the numbers fall on the same days of the week--with the exception, of course, of the 31st, which does not exist for November.
Let me put it this way: I found out I was pregnant on November 9th after being sick all week, starting on November 5th. Three weeks after that discovery, on November 30th, was that doctor's appointment I so loathe remembering.
This time I found out I am pregnant on July 10th after being sick all week, starting on July 5th. The 30th is one week from today. Do you see where I'm going with this?
Now I knew that whenever I approached the parallel week, it would be a difficult time. I just didn't know it was coming so soon. The chances of everything ending up like last time stay in my mind constantly. The fact that the dates match up may turn out to be endlessly redemptive, but for the moment they're just creepy.
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I understand. Thought of that also.
Today I thought about Beth Ballance James. She was married a long time before getting pregnant, then when she did, it ended very early. Now she has a beautiful baby girl. The thought encouraged me. Love You Always, Grandma
my brain would work the same way for sure. will pray for peace for you!
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