Today, my baby is on my mind.
Maybe it's because we haven't moved on in the way of successfully having another on the way.
Maybe it's because so many of my friends are preparing to welcome their June or July babies.
Perhaps it's the slew of ultrasounds on Facebook lately.
It could be from the large number of pregnant women I saw at the waterpark.
It could also be the newborns I had the chance to hold a couple of weeks ago.
I'm not sure the reason. I just know that I was due around the beginning of July. And that date is fast approaching. And deep down inside, I am still sad.
Does the sad ever go away?
I am praying that my arms, or at least my belly, are filled with a new babe before the November anniversary rolls around. . . Is that wrong? And what if God says no?
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