That's when I went into labor for the first time with Caleb. I will be 26 weeks, 2 days tomorrow. I hope tomorrow will be nice and uneventful.
I go to the OB in the morning for the fun glucose test.
I didn't make it to this test with Caleb. I am very nervous about this week. I don't want to see a hospital.
I've entered a new stage in this grieving thing. Many people warned me about this stage. I realized the other day I don't think about Caleb as much every day. That hurts. I'm so afraid I'm going to forget him (even though I know I won't). I never want to forget him. I don't want to "move on." "Moving on" to me means forgetting. I will adapt. I will learn how to live with the pain of not having Caleb, but I refuse to "move on." It hurts not to think about his as much. There are so many people out there who have lost their babies and they are still going. They (Becci, Hedda, Catherine, KMW, and others) give me strength.
I want to go back to last year, when I was pregnant, anxious, and happy.