Then, on the third of July, I started bleeding again, just shy of ten weeks, just like the last time. I called the doctor, and she said that there was not much she could do. We'd have to wait and see through the long weekend.
I pretty much cried for two days. I came as close to praying as I ever have. And then, we went for our ultrasound.
The baby was healthy and perfect, despite the bleeding.
And now he's here, my handsome, happy boy.