I feel like I'm on a death watch.
I know, that sounds horrible. I didn't come up with it on my own, actually. I read it in a book that my hubby bought for pregnancy #2 about getting ready to be a dad. It was written by a comedian whose wife had gone through several miscarriages.
That's pretty right on. I'm so happy and my heart is filled with such joy... all the while waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Cast all your anxiety upon Him, because He cares for you.
Can't we just fast forward to the time of viability?