Last night, I dreamed that I was pregnant. I was in the hospital being checked (probably because I was worried about something), but the doctors all said I was fine. I wished that my belly was bigger so that people could tell I was pregnant because I was so very thrilled. I stood by a window with my hands on my belly and prayed that the baby would be born healthy. I vividly felt the baby moving and remember thinking how thankful I was to be able to feel movement like that again.
I hope I get to experience the flutterings for real someday soon!
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My journey through infertility, miscarriage, and adoption
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