Yesterday I went to a rehearsal for my son's talent show and I met another mom who has a 9 day old baby girl.  We chatted for a while and she told me that between her two-year-old and her baby girl, she lost one at 20 weeks due to a rare infection in the placenta.  The doctors said there was no way this would happen to her again - it was just too rare.  Then her daughter was born 3 weeks early because it did happen again, but thankfully it happened when she was out of the danger zone.

There is rarely a moment I'm not grateful for my three healthy boys and that my baby girl due in three months is doing great.  I'm not anymore deserving of a healthy baby than anyone else and know that a tragedy could just as easily happen to me.  Life is so fragile.  It breaks my heart to meet people who have had such a terrible loss.

Today I am sorting through the baby girl clothes a friend gave to me - I'm trying to stay on top of that because I have had a few women offer some.  It's fun to imagine what she will look like in each outfit.  It's going to be so different having a baby that wears dresses, tights, headbands, and those little undies that match the dresses!  I already bought her a 4th of July dress for next year thinking how cute it would be to take a photo of her and her brothers - them in their patriotic t-shirts and the fun contrast of her in her dress at 10 months old.

A week after my miscarriage a year ago November, we had our Super Tuesday enrichment where one sister taught us how to make these sweet little baby bracelets.  I made two with pink gems and one with a light purple.  I decided to give the pink ones to my two nieces and was trying to decide who the purple one would go to.  I came home and showed them to my husband, telling him the purple one was going to be for our future baby girl, because I knew we would have one.  He grinned at me and I put it away in a little keepsake box so I wouldn't lose it.  Only three months until she gets to wear it!  :D