Pearl

  I know I've been blogging like crazy lately, so I'll try to make this one not so long, but this blog is more for me than anyone else, so I've got to use it when I feel the need.  I am someone who probably looks for signs too much, so if you think things like that are silly, you may not want to read any further.

  Today, I was painting my living room, and I started thinking about my baby.  I was wishing I knew the sex so I could stop referring to the baby as "him or her" or "it" and also because I just want to know as much as I can about that little person that made me fall in love so fast.  Right about that time, the doorbell rang, and my next door neighbor was there with a little gift bag.  She and two other girls in my neighborhood know about my miscarriage (living on a military base means news travels fast - good and bad), and she had suffered an ectopic herself, so we talked for a while and it really helped.  She said that she just wanted to make sure I knew that she understands that that was a life no matter how short.  When she left, I opened the card, which was very sweet and said that they just wanted to let me know that they will remember my baby as my first child and they wanted to give me something to honor him or her.  In the bag was this sweet necklace.

   I think it's absolutely perfect.  The interesting part was the pearl.  I don't know if it's just how the necklace came, but it stood out to me, because Pearl was the name we planned to use if the baby was a girl.   None of those girls knew that, so I know it wasn't intentional.   Makes me wonder if that was my answer as to whether this baby was a boy or a girl.  Whether this is a "sign" or an answer to my questions, it was so very sweet of them and makes me feel blessed to have neighbors that care about me even if I am a hermit most of the time.