If we would've conceived in October, my EDD would have been June 30th. I remember, because it is my brother's birthday (not that I think I'd actually have had the baby on that day, but it would've been cool to tell him just the same).
Today, I was perusing the Bump, looking for some information. One of the posters on the thread I looked at had her pregnancy ticker at the bottom. Her due date was June 30th.
It took my breath away for a second. I felt like I had lost something. To look at the little picture on the screen that shows what the baby looks like at this stage of pregnancy and the development that's happening, knowing that it could have been me....it sucked. There's no other way to put it. I really thought that by the time November came, I would be pregnant. I thought that surely it wouldn't take more than five months if the doctor said I was healthy. I really wanted it to happen in October...the time of year would've been good, we could've told the family for Christmas...it would've been great. October felt like a last-ditch effort....the dividing line between having hope and losing hope. Yeah, I know it takes many people longer than that.
I just hoped I wouldn't be one of them.
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