After a long time trying to get pregnant and giving up hope. I was ever so happy as I had given up on ever becoming a mother.

I knew from day 1 that this was going to be a tough journey, been throwing up all day for about every day of my pregnancy with only a short non barfing period around the 4th to 5th month.

When I was just about six and a half months pregnant, I got admitted to the hospital and put on medication to stop contractions.

That lasted until one week before my son was born at exactly 8 months old.

A few years later I got pregnant with my second one, but from the first day on, I felt that this one was never going to make it... I never went to my OBGYN and never told anybody.

I miscarried around the third month and even though it was a sad day, knowing this would happen, it made the saying goodbye a little less painfull.

I believe that souls are like the circles in the water after you throw a stone in it.

After having completed every circle of life, you get to choose to come back or stay in an eternal afterlife.

The soul that was in my baby only had to do this last circle of its life, I was and still am at peace with that thought.