Seven Months Pregnant, My Baby Was Gone

Summary

Seven months pregnant. That was how far along I was when I fell asleep in the passenger seat on the way home from my prenatal checkup.

When my eyes fluttered open, the heavy, comforting weight in my belly was gone.

Panic exploded in my chest. I scrambled up, screaming, but my husband only looked at me with a sickeningly tender smile.

"Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed, honey? You are not pregnant. What baby are you talking about?"

I thought it was a sick joke. I forced him to turn the car around and sprinted back into the clinic.