Seven years of waiting, trying, praying, despairing
Was coming to an end.
My belly rounding
The tiny bump-bump-bumps against my insides
Reminded us of life beyond our own.
My husband's hand settling to it's new favorite resting place
Touching the outer me but the inner us.
Tha-thump tha-thump blinking on the screen
Kicking flailing turning floating
This miracle we were granted, this child, our child.
A baby girl.
I woke with a smile this morning with my hand still on my full belly. I could still FEEL her there. The fullness faded along with the haze of sleep. As the sunlight permeated my consciousness, I realized.
It was a dream.
There is no daughter.
There is no baby girl.
Because there might never be.