One more day

Somehow our lives will change tomorrow.

I’m hoping and believing the change is for the better, but being completely honest with myself, I know it could also change for the worse.

I’m scared, really scared. What if my body has taken the life of another innocent baby? What if this perfectly growing baby’s life has ended because of a blood clot that my body has once again produced, and cut off the very blood supply that gave life to our baby?

I can’t take the what if’s anymore. I need to see our beautiful baby on the ultrasound screen, and it’s beautiful heartbeat thumping away.

I’m trying so hard to not let myself thinking negative thoughts, to remain positive, and to ultimately put my trust in God.

I think about this baby all of the time. I have dreams for this baby. I want nothing more than to be a typical pregnant lady with no fears of a miscarriage or complications.

Stay strong baby King, I can’t wait to meet you tomorrow.


**On a different note, happy golden birthday to my beautiful sister Keri, wish I could be there to celebrate with you!**