85

85% of women who have had ONE miscarriage go on to have a healthy pregnancy.
(And it's 75% if you've had 2 or more, STILL a high number!)

This is a FANTASTIC statistic.

One of the best I've heard in this game of statistics.

So much better than 20-50% of pregnancies end in miscarriage.

I don't like that one so much.

But 85%!  Great great number.

In honor of this huge huge statistic, I have taken to calling my baby 85.

I talk to him a lot, tell him he has an 85% chance of surviving and that he needs to just keep growing AND ALL WILL BE OK.

And two days ago, me and little 85 had a moment.

I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep (in the middle of the day) and I had that feeling, that feeling that everything was going to be OK and that one day I would get to meet little 85.

And ever since then I have felt a certain amount of positivity and hopefulness take over the negative feelings that I have been splashing all over this blog.

I have SEVERAL posts that I was going to post this week, all of them with a tinge of negativity, not because I was necessarily feeling negative but as most of you know our blogs are a way to force the negativity out, to give it a voice and then we can let go of it.

But today I didn't have it in me to post any of my posts.  They were TOO negative, EVEN FOR ME!

Today is 8 weeks 5 days, we've hit the milestone where Baby A stopped growing and my temperature is still way way up.

Guys, for the first time I'm able to say I think 85 just might make it.  One week and 3 days until first ultrasound and praying hard for a heartbeat.