35/35. That milestone when you are 35w pregnant, and have 35 days to your due date. Three pregnancies and I’ve never made it there.
In another world, one where Noah had been healthy, that day would have been today. Or he would have been a preemie like his brother and I would still be wishing for this milestone I have never met.
Or, in another world, one where the chemical pregnancy was viable, I would have been 7w1d. Just getting sick enough to start IV fluids and bedrest.
I’d prefer any of those worlds to this one. 9DPO, still sick, and a sea of BFNs.