AF is still 4 days out, but it seems like we’re on the pregnancy path again.

In February we found out we were pregnant. So much joy and happiness and disbelief as we’d only tried for a month.

In April we learned that the baby stopped growing at around 8 weeks. Missed miscarriage. We had misoprostol and passed the baby on April 24, my birthday.

I’ve been a hormonal and emotional wreck. Traveling through all the phases of grief at a rapid pace. A few weeks ago I looked in the sky and saw the exact shape of my boy I lost in the clouds. I knew then that I was going to find peace. He was with me.

And now we’ve got 3 pretty strong positives. This baby would be due almost to the DAY on my birthday and the day we passed our son.

I can think of no better miracle and no bigger symbol of Gods love. To give me life again on these days, so that the day can be about joy and not hurt.

Of course I’m freaked out and worried. But I’m trusting in God and know that He helped us through this, and He will help us be parents we need to be or through the heartache again.

I’m so happy. And excited. And grateful.