It's a weird random story. And it's also not so random because it is something I think may be also contributing to the somewhat hopeful phase that I'm in right now.
Disclaimer - A) I am a Christian. B) I don't know really what I think about tarot card and other psychic readings even though I've had three experiences. I think they can mean something, but not everything if that makes any sense. C) And, I don't know what I think about A & B put together. It makes my head hurt. I try to keep an open mind.
The Abbreviated Story:
Several years ago I went to a tarot card reading just for fun. It was at a psychic fair. At the time I was still very busy in my professional career and just starting to get a hint that we might have fertility problems. There were no doctors were involved yet.
When the person did my reading, the first six cards that turned up for me were translated by the reader to me as: baby, death, baby, death, baby, death.
Creepy x 1 million billions. Think that would have stopped me dead in my tracks?
Nope. I didn't even think twice about it until years later. At the time I thought it was because two of my employees had confided in me that they had miscarriages right around the same time. I was dealing with rescheduling their work so they could have some time off. I thought that was what the reading was referring to.
Years later, I've had two miscarriages. The first was a twin pregnancy. The second one I didn't get far enough along to have an ultrasound. I've always thought it was a singleton because my HCG levels were low, and because after the fact I did some in depth research of the embryology reports, including talking to the embryologist. Only one of two of the embryos transferred that time was a really good quality.
I'm so hoping I'm at the end of the dead baby phase of my life.