My husband didn’t carry our baby, but he carried the weight of my pregnancy after loss

For the first two months of my pregnancy, I tried to live as normally as possible. I went on walks, I had friends over for dinner, I went to movies with my husband. Anxiety and fear hovered over me each day, but I refused to stop living completely. I was going to be brave. I was going to be strong. I was going to take care of business while taking care of my body and the one within it. That is, until losing another baby—my rainbow baby—came up just short of reality.