When we're leaving the MFM office last week, I kept looking over my shoulder. DH finally told me to stop, that the Dr wasn't going to come out after us and tell us that something was wrong.
This baby is healthy. This baby is coming home with us.
What am I waiting for?
I still haven't told anyone else that I'm pregnant. I didn't tell Sandy at cake class. I didn't tell Laurie at My Gym.
Sometimes I tell myself that I'm waiting until after 21 weeks. After when Willow died and we cremated our baby. After the bad news. But why?