From the way that perinatologist talked about my baby's kidney disease, I honestly did not think I would make it through the month of March, let alone April, and still be pregnant. But here we are in May, and I'm still pregnant. I'm 27 weeks along, entering into my 3rd trimester. I remember, with every other baby of mine, what a milestone this was. The 3rd Trimester. The Home Stretch. Almost there! What feelings of joy & relief would normally accompany this news. But this pregnancy is not normal, and instead of feeling that hopeful expectation, I just feel a little stunned right now.
What a miracle that baby is still alive inside of me after all this time, despite the deadly prognosis, and despite the harsh conditions inside the womb. I marvel.