I haven't started my period yet, but I feel it coming. I have minor cramps even though I'm not due to have AF till Monday 1/29. When I found out I was pregnant the first time, I didn't feel any different. I had no signs of anything other than the fact that I was 3 days late. 3 days late for someone who tracks and checks the dates on my phone every single day. But that month, somehow it slipped up on me. I lost that baby at 20 weeks in September. We have been activively trying again for 3 months. This afternoon while sitting in an empty bedroom in our house that will hopefully one day become a nursery I couldn't help but cry. Cry because no matter how hard I try to get it out my mind, in the back of my head I think to myself that I should be 8 months pregnant right now. And think about how unfair life is sometimes. Then it hit me. God knows what happens tomorrow before we even can think about it. He's got a plan for me. And I have a peace about someday becoming a momma. But until then, I'm going to sit back and stand in faith of his promises. Because he is true. 🙌🏻❤️