Two years ago today our sweet baby boy H came into this world too soon at only 18 weeks and 4 days. There hasn't been one day since that has passed where I haven't thought about him and what life would be like if he were here.
Being 15 weeks and 6 days pregnant now is very scary for me. I know from week 18 until week 24 I am going to be on edge. And yes, I know that I have to be positive and I know that worrying isn't going to do much, but until you have lived in my shoes, you just have NO idea how hard being pregnant is. I can't enjoy it like most do. I try on some days, but deep down I am SCARED. Just plain SCARED.
I take a lot of comfort from the reading I had in February with a psychic medium. She truly helped me put my mind at ease for many things. And my grandma told me that everything is going to be fine. And I believe her.
Miss you sweet boy!!!!!!!!!!!!
