Sometimes I forget that pregnancy isn't supposed to end the way it did for us. I've kind of lost sight of that in the last little while.

Then I remember that most people have happy ends to their pregnancies, and they do get to experience the innocent joy and excitement that we felt at the beginning of ours all the way to the end. We weren't just rubes who were wrong to feel so excited about the future. Most people get to hang on to their innocence.

That gives me hope.

But it also makes me see the tragedy of our pregnancy all over again with fresh eyes.