As of today, I am 18 weeks and five days pregnant.
I'm not sure how that happened so fast. I am very grateful... and relieved to be enjoying a really comfortable and drama free pregnancy so far. I love being pregnant so part of me wishes it would all slow down.
But I am five months pregnant.
I was five and a half months pregnant with Darcy when I delivered her. Her cord was "hyperconvoluted," the obstetrician told us. Twisted and twisted and twisted... long and tight. We never saw it coming. I chose to deliver her - I felt we owed it to Darcy to meet her. It took an unprecedented (and ironic) five and a half days to deliver her in the hospital. And she arrived minutes before Mother's Day... in the fifth month of May.
This fifth month will be nerve-wracking for me. I suppose I wouldn't mind if this month went fast - and then the last months went slow. Maybe I could ask for an ultrasound every day so they can check on Hope's cord. I'm kidding, of course, but part of me wishes as a Mom that I could always know... always protect... always "save" my children.
But that is not how life works. And some children can't be saved, as we know in a very painful and intimate way.
But we are believing this baby born. And, with your help, this fifth month will be filled with distractions to keep me calm... positive thoughts to give me a boost... and prayers for her safe journey through the Fall and Winter.
We can do this, Hope.