It had to be a God thing.

Over the weekend I had an amazing experience that I just had to share. 

I am very pregnant at this point; 8 months, I waddle, I walk slower and I have a huge belly...All good things, all things I never thought I would have again.  I have noticed that there is more attention paid to my pregnancy when I have Hannah, our 6 year old with us.  Strangers ask her about being a big sister, if "her" baby is a boy or girl, what the baby's name is and so on, she shyly smiles and answers them.  On Saturday she and I were at a fabric store selecting swatches for a friend to make her some "big sister" shirts to wear to the baby showers.  The woman measuring and cutting her choices began asking her the typical questions, then she asked Hannah why mommy waited so long to give her a baby brother...Hannah shrugged her shoulders and asked for her Ipod.  I on the other hand must have had an expression on my face that I couldn't hide.

The woman leaned over the counter and put her hand on mine, she then slowly told me she had lost 3 pregnancies between her two children.  She went on to explain that her daughter had just lost a baby at 11 weeks and was not willing to talk to her about it, she thought her moms losses were so long ago that she couldn't understand what she was feeling.  I was a little in shock that this conversation was happening, I just listened for a while and then began to tell her about a support group that I belong to, about this blog and some others I follow.  She was so grateful and I was too. This conversation was a total God moment, he put me at that store with that woman.  It was a full circle moment for me because up to this point I have been needing the support.  At some point in the future I may be able to find peace with what I have gone through, hopefully it is by reaching out and listening to others stories and being able to support them in their time of need.