Second day of Hell Week...my gestational milestone where we lost Carpenter.
This one slapped me across the face.
About 5:30 this evening, I drove over to my church with my mom, sister-in-law and niece. We unloaded carloads of food for a celebration. I parked right outside the door at first, making our trips in shorter, and then decided to move out of the way. We're Southern, so I asked my little niece if she'd like to drive my car to a parking space. (Everyone learns to drive as a kid here.) No one else was there...nothing to hit. She sat on my lap and did a fine job of guiding the car and paying attention to her mirrors.
We parked and started to head back into the church fellowship hall. With the snow yesterday, I yelled at my niece to stop running. "You don't want to slip and fall!"
And then it hit me.
Last year...last pregnancy...at 23 weeks. I had spent the evening setting up the church fellowship hall for a celebration. I rushed to get everything loaded into the car so I could go home to Mike. On my way in from the parking lot, I slipped. I stutter-stepped a few yards. I fell flat on my stomach. I rushed to the hospital, and saw a still baby.
Too many times this week I've said, "This is exactly what I was doing last year."