21 + 5
Twenty-one weeks and five days. I still remember feeling like I was overreacting as I entered the hospital. I remember the look of concern on the nurse's face as she called in a second nurse to confirm what she had felt during my cervical exam. It was as if she wanted to be wrong, but maybe i'm projecting my own feelings in that memory. I remember the "matter-of-fact" tone my doctor had as he told me I would most likely deliver later that afternoon and how I couldn't stop crying. Twenty-one. Weeks. And. Five. Days. Today, as I sit once again at 21 weeks and 5 days, every single memory from January 13, 2018 has come to the forefront of my mind. Every twinge and every bit of pressure or change has me on edge and I know that until I am 22 weeks and 6 days pregnant those fears of loss/complication will not go away. It is surreal being as far along I was when our dreams and plans of raising Conrad started to slip away. This point in my current pregnancy came q
