If you know my story, you know about my miscarriage.
Today marks two years since that baby came to be. You can call it TMI but to me it’s trauma I’ve had to work through: the child we lost was conceived on my husband’s birthday. That’s something we will carry for the rest of forever. His birthday is a marker of the child, baby, pregnancy, we lost.
To that, look at my Snapchat memory from 2 years ago. I woke up on his birthday after having a dream that I got pregnant. And then? Well, I did. That day.
Being a little psychic, being in tune with the world and my destiny and plans, is a part of me. And in a way, it brings me a lot of comfort.
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