I had a scare today when I went to the doc's office. Things were going well and I really like our family doctor...I think she will do GREAT. Anyway, she couldn't find the baby's heartbeat with the doppler and I'm 12 weeks along. My heart dropped. I had asked Heavenly Father that if this baby wasn't meant to live, to take it before I had another stillborn; but the actual thought that this baby wasn't there made me so sick. The doc went with me to the ultrasound room and the found a little baby in there moving around, jumping, squirming (just like its 2-year old brother). I felt the tears in my eyes and the immediate relief. They think the baby's heartbeat was just hidden behind my pulse.
Anyway, everything is really good. But it made me definitely reflect on two good friends who have recently miscarried. I don't know why some babies don't get a chance and some do. I don't know why some awful people get babies so easily and those families who would really give that baby the best home possible don't. I guess that's just part of this telestial life.
But today, I counted my blessings.