He didn't. And neither did the 2 excruciating sonograms taken afterward.
I go tomorrow for the surgery. Answering my 12 year olds questions like, "Mom, where do they put the baby after they take it out?" and "Can you ask them if it was going to be a girl or a boy?"
Praising my God for another life I'll get to meet in heaven, and the 3 beautiful healthy ones that did arrive as scheduled. Don't understand why my body doesn't always work, but I know God has me in His hand and knows the end from the beginning. So...
I'm ok.
