Today I was glad to be driving home. Even in almost two hours of Houston traffic. One accident and another incident of debris on the highway.
I was glad to be the one with nothing more than a scare, no contractions, no problems. Just a little discomfort that I thought might be more than that. I don’t take any chances, and gladly the office is more than happy to see me even when it might be nothing.
I was just glad.
Able to believe in answered prayers and miracles a little more after today.
At almost 25 weeks I am not ready to meet her. I want her to grow. I have to believe we will make it at least as far as we did with Bubby.
I was so glad I was wrong today.