I say a little prayer for you

When my daughter was born, I never even considered fact of her soul. It simply, clearly was. And when I meet people everyday, I automatically acknowledge this part of them. like saying hello. After years...mostly my entire life... of not truly considering it...in fact, avoiding the consideration all together, here I am. I lost a baby. well this  9week,2day old fetus is not really lost. I know exactly where it is. In me. Tomorrow, after waiting for the little life sprout to depart 4 weeks after he was not so lively...someone will escort him out of the building. My OB is a bouncer with sedative and something probably scrapey. yuck. Now, I am tossing and turning while I await our fates wondering, "Was that soul formed yet?" I mean, you get the emails about week the neural tube is closing and when the eyelids show up...no soul email. poor Catholics...that's a lot of pressure those guys put on themselves. So in a weird way I hope that part wasn't there yet,so less is lost...just tissue. But if it was there, I hope it went someplace really incredible. I suppose all I can do is say a little prayer to whatever is out there and hope that something? someone? hears it.