Sometimes, when I think about my pregnancies, my mind links to the first part of this clip:
Watching the movie, you feel like laughing at the absurdity of why they'd keep trying to build the castle in the swamp. It's so absolutely ridiculous, and you can't understand why they'd bother trying again and again
Sometimes I feel like that swamp.
It took so much effort to create those pregnancies, so much time and money, and we kept losing them. One after the other: we lost the first one, then we lost the second one, then the third one.
We have yet to see if the fourth one is going to stay.
We should be 12 weeks today, if Nombie is still with us. I am really anxious for Wednesday, I hope so badly that I see a strong heart beat and lots of movement. That Nombie is still thriving. That this one doesn't end in disaster again.