So here I am. 24 weeks and 3 days pregnant with our rainbow baby. Who now weighs what her big brother weighed at his birth at 28 weeks. I still think of him often. And while I know that this is a different pregnancy, it's still scary to hear all this pre-term labor mess. I had put Connor's memory in a box in the corner of my brain after finding out I was pregnant. It was too painful to try to cope with that and the possible loss of this new life. But now, I find he's on my mind often. It makes me sad but also grateful that I got to be his mommy. And it also comforts me to know that this little girl already has a guardian angel. She's already so surrounded by love. Some days, I still find it hard to remember that this baby isn't Connor. She isn't sick and she isn't going to face the same fate as he did. She's healthy and growing like she should be. We have plenty of amniotic fluid. Everything is great except for my stupid cervix. Which is one more thing that I've been struggling with. I want so badly for my body to carry this life like it's supposed to and for the 2nd time in my life, I feel like I have been let down by my body. But, it will be okay. I just have to keep telling myself that. And, in just a few short months, I will be meeting my Rainbow. If she waits until 37/38 weeks she may even be born close to her big brothers birthday. Kind of crazy.