342 days ago I was 17 weeks with Noah. Today I am 17 weeks with Sam. 342 days ago, the ultrasound tech said everything that she could see looked fine and to come back in 3 weeks. The next day we got a call from the specialist who reviewed the pictures saying he wasn’t so sure. Three weeks later we got a call that we could pick up Noah’s ashes the next day.
There is nothing I can do but wait. Our next ultrasound is at 18w2d on September 30th. We got Noah’s diagnosis at an ultrasound at 18w1d on October 1st. I realized those dates don’t make sense. October 1st was when I was 17w and we first found out there was a problem. We got Noah’s diagnosis at 18w2d on October 9th.
I am reliving every step of the worst time in my life. And trying to have hope that this time, the ending will be different.
Missing Noah 
My thoughts are with you and sending every bit of positive thoughts and dust your way!
Wishing you the absolute best as you work through all the mixed emotions right now. I truly hope the ending will be different this time.
Thinking of you.
Praying for you and Sam!
Thinking of you.
I am hoping, too, and thinking of you as I send love and prayers.
Prayers your way! xo