I knew this day would come, the day when our baby was supposed to be born. 29 weeks ago, I had a miscarriage. 30 weeks ago, I was carrying around a new life inside me. A new life we were so excited about and so ready to embrace—a little boy who should have come into our lives this weekend. A little brother for our daughter.
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