Today marks the twenty-year anniversary of when I lost my first baby. I was, at the time, happily married and we were excited to start our family.
My pregnancy was planned, wanted, and blissful. I was six months along. I was showing, and the baby was kicking vigorously. We had just moved into a wonderful house only a few blocks from my parents.
Everything was absolutely golden. It took me a little while to find an OB-GYN in the area, so I was about a month late for my baseline ultrasound.Read more on tinybuddha.com