I really must remember to unenroll myself from the weekly Baby Center emails…
There I was happy as could be with the thought of starting over when my inbox surprised me with “My Pregnancy at 9 Weeks:”
Sigh. I didn’t really want to know that my lost baby would have been forming teeth this week or that the sex organs would be developing, even if still not distinguishable. In another 9 weeks, we’d have known what sex for sure. And although most days I go on with my life, this thought today completely depresses me.
I already spend enough time postulating girl or boy, girl or boy? Either would be wonderful. I now just have to wait 20 weeks to find out, if we’re lucky. Pray this month is a good one. The waiting is murder.