Tomorrow I'll be 36 weeks pregnant. That gives me 2 weeks to the fateful day in my pregnancy with Cora. I fell asleep the night of 38 weeks, and woke up to no response. I have 3 weeks until my induction (23 days actually).
I keep trying to keep my mind off it, but part of me feels like a ticking bomb. Like all I have left with Allison is 2 weeks. I made it past 38 weeks with Patrick, all the way to 39 weeks and 3 days. I keep telling myself that. Patrick made it here, safe and sound. He's healthy and happy. Allison can make it to 39 weeks.
But I close my eyes and I see that fateful ultrasound showing Cora's still heart. And I can feel Cora's still body in my arms. And I dread it.