I cried because the baby is still there and everything looks great. I cried because I got yet another diagnosis and condition to deal with. I cried because I was told it would be this way for every pregnancy. I cried because there was a moment when I realized my doctors want what is best for me AND the baby. I cried because I also realized that my doctors aren't fawning over me because something is wrong... They are doing it because nothing is wrong and they want it to stay that way this time. I cried because I realized that by some miracle I have not one but two physicians that are standing behind my EVERY decision and cheering me on. I cried because I realized that I have finally chosen the right career path as it has added to my knowledge about myself and my babies. I cried because I realized (once again) that our God is so big and none of this has to do with me. It is out of my control and in His hands and for that I am forever grateful!
*This post is not done. It's not organized and neat but I needed to do it. I needed to do it today because my being was telling me to be vulnerable and to let my amazing community know I need prayer. I'm an anxious, scared pregnant lady with a likely reoccurring condition. Not a good mix!