It’s not the question of whether we’re finally pregnant that scares me. We took two tests and both came back positive. I know that those are very rarely wrong, and two false positives are rarer still. It’s the question of what could happen that frightens me, and the precariousness of the position we find ourselves in. I firmly believe this: that come November we’ll have our very own babe to hold and be thankful for, that in December we’ll have a new ornament to buy for our tree. But I’ve had a few reminders recently of just how tenuous this hold is right now, and it breaks my heart.
Thank you, everyone, for your congratulations and well wishes. It means the world to me that we have such support, even from those who we’ve never met, and from those who, I am sure, carry their own heavy hearts. For those who are still struggling, I send you all my good thoughts and hopes that your dream finds you very, very soon.
