I am off to the OB at 11 today to see what the reason for the spotting over the weekend was about. Thankfully it's stopped, not continued into a miscarriage, but the fright is still there.
In about an hour, I will see my baby on the screen again. The greatest relief I had when I saw the heartbeat about two weeks ago is something I savor daily. Life. It's heartbreaking to remember when I saw Michael on the ultrasound, still and lifeless, and contemplate seeing this baby that way.
I am petrified. I feel like the glass on the verge of breaking, so fragile and brittle. I'm afraid to hope. And yet I feel the peace of God around me like loving arms. He is my protector and will see me through anything yet to come. I cling to that.
So pray for me and baby7 as I know many of you are. I can feel His love around me, and yours, through your prayers.