Surgeon speak for "Thing of Beauty." That was our non-stress test today...a thing of beauty.
So why can't I just go with that and feel some sort of reassurance? Something other than impending doom?
Because I went shopping. Surely the universe can't handle all that optimism from me.
And I'm 29w3d. So close, yet so far.
And we have buried two babies who were perfect things of beauty until they weren't.
I think it's going to take more than a TOB to overcome this feeling...this fresh wave of grief.
Maybe some ice cream...