This Saturday, I will be 26 weeks along. The last time I was 26 weeks pregnant (to the day), my husband dropped dead.

Oddly enough, for all the anxiety I had about becoming pregnant, it's been relatively normal and hasn't caused me too much grief. Until I hit the half way mark. Ever since, my brain audibly tells me with each passing Saturday, "only so many more weeks until you're 26 weeks." I am keenly aware that its coming up and I've sat awake a few times now with tears remembering.

Perhaps it will pass like my grief milestones did, where the anticipation is more painful than the day itself. Perhaps I will spend the entire day making sure Steve doesn't drop dead on me. Perhaps I will be a little neurotic and even just spend the day grieving an experience I never imagined I'd be going through again. Perhaps I can fill the day with enough distractions to help me forget. Ok, we all know that wont happen.

I fear that if this milestone can bring me this much anxiety, than the anticipation for birth may just send me over the edge. The two moments nothing in this world can reconcile with my heart: the day my love died and the day I had his baby without him.  Only love could have made me volunteer to face the potential for déjà vu.

It's a good thing love conquers death.


My Husband's Watching TV... said...

Congrats on making it to 26 weeks! You are one strong momma so hang in there and enjoy.

megan said...

Sweetheart. Only love... true dat. xo

Denise Cameron said...

Praying for you today!

Wanda Bolhous said...

I hoep that day passed without too much heartache. I'm hoping and praying that this new baby and the experience of carrying and birthing this new life WITH Steve can redeem the experience of the last time. This is how it is supposed to be and God is giving you a chance to redeem the whole birth process. That is not meant to negate anything you experience last time, just to give you happier thoughts about it.

(Hugs) and prayers.


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