Earlier today I started thinking about how long I was pregnant before I miscarried. It wasn’t very long . . . but I had known about the pregnancy for a few weeks. Between “just knowing” (weird since I don’t usually have that kind of intuition) and testing positive several days before the missed period, the knowledge of my baby was with me for several weeks. Technically, I may have only been as far along as 5 weeks and 1 day pregnant. Hard to tell for sure.
Well, today I am 5 weeks and about 2 days pregnant (depending on if you use ovulation date, last menstrual period date, or that pregnancy dating “wheel” at the doctors’ offices). It choked me up a bit to think about my loss like that, but I’m also so happy to know that I’ve been pregnant longer this time . . .
One day at a time. This is a good close to a tough day.