I found out Saturday that we are expecting our rainbow baby, again. Since September of 2016 I've had three miscarriages, all at almost exactly 5 weeks. We decided to take some time off from trying, my husband switched jobs and we were mostly waiting for our new insurance to kick in, so we were surprised to see the two pink line appear. I cannot remember when my last period was, but I'm thinking I'm around 4 weeks. I thank God each morning that I wake up that I'm still pregnant with this little miracle, and mark each day off as one day closer to making it this time. Part of me wants to be excited and start planning for this sweet little one to join us, but the other part is just waiting for the day when I have that all to familiar feeling that something just isn't right.