My Due Date Is Slowly Approaching And Reality Is Setting In
Depression is starting to set in as my due date slowly approaches. Its hard enough having babies being born all around me by siblings, friends, other relatives, and celebrities. Now I have to sit around and think about what could have been me.
My life would’ve changed forever around April 3rd. I would have been a mom. And being a mom is something I have always dreamed of. As soon as we got married, we started trying to conceive. It took us a while to get pregnant and we faced a lot of obstacles on the way including missed miscarriages (when you miscarry before finding out you’re pregnant) and infertility.
I had a uterine polyp (basically blockage in my uterus) that had to be removed surgically. We got pregnant after two months following my polyp removal. This was the happiest day of my life. I found out I was pregnant two days before my birthday; what an awesome birthday gift from God.
I knew that there was an increased risk of miscarriage during the first trimester so I knew I wasn’t in the clear just yet. I couldn’t enjoy my first trimester because I was constantly worrying. As soon as I got into my second trimester I felt at ease. I just knew I was going to deliver a healthy baby. All of my test results came out normal and my ultrasounds were normal.
Never in a million years did I think something like an incompetent cervix would’ve stripped my pride and joy away from me. However, it did and now I’m sitting here sad as my due date approaches. I wish things could’ve turned out different, but you can’t change the past.
So now I’m sitting here thinking about how I should celebrate my baby on his due date. I’ve heard of a lot of women releasing balloons for their angels. I’m leaning more towards this. If you think of anything leave me a comment. Thanks for following me through my journey.
With Love, Happy Easter (Resurrection Day)!