I realized this morning that if I hadn't lost that baby this summer I'd be really far along in my pregnancy.
So, I looked it up. 27 weeks. Third trimester. Michael would know if he was getting a brother or a sister, we'd definitely making plans where he or she was going to fit in our house. Our whole lives would be getting ready to change.
Who knows how differently this year would have turned out.
Well, God knows.
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