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1st Due Date

Our first baby's due date was yesterday. It occurred to me while I was signing and dating the paperwork for our baby furniture. It almost made me feel guilty that we were out celebrating and planning for the upcoming arrival of this baby. That pregnancy still weighs on my mind. I will always wonder what I was carrying and what he/she would have been like.

We were so blessed to get pregnant again so quickly, yet it sometimes feels like we are trying to replace a baby that was only with us for a short time. And it's incredible how quickly you bond to a little person you never got the chance to meet. I remember talking to my (then) very flat stomach and praying so hard that things would go well. When we learned that the pregnancy wasn't going to work out, I sobbed so hard that I was sure my body would just fall apart. And at times, I wished it had.

But we have to move on. I have an even greater sense of awe and gratefulness for this baby after my loss and I will never forget why.

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  1. SarahMay 23, 2010 at 9:15 PM

    Ok, I'm crying :) I love this post. I know someday when I'm pregnant again, that I will be thinking and feeling all that also. And I too, will never forget why :) And WOO HOO for registering!! Fun :)

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  2. Meant to be a momMay 25, 2010 at 3:34 PM

    Bless your heart. I think its completely normal for you to feel this way. I know exactly what you mean. I say its ok to think of them. They are your child in my opinion and one day you will be with them again. So its ok not to forget.
    But Its also ok to be excited for this baby. Its not replacing the other. God just new that this was the child for you to have with you on earth. It was meant to be.

    Congrats on the baby furniture. :)

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