I debated whether to share such personal news on the blog today. But my hubby did say it was okay to share with friends, and I consider us all friends now. In the spirit of keeping it real, and for you to know me better I am sharing.
A few weeks ago, I found out we were expecting baby #3.
Life was so busy we hadn't stopped to celebrate the news yet.
So when I started spotting, I didn't think too much of it.
Until I called the doctor and they wanted to see me immediately.
Now it was time to finally push all other priorities aside.
The ultrasound didn't look good.
I waited and waited for the doctor to come in.
He warned me what my weekend plans were about to become.
And this weekend I miscarried at 8 weeks.
I am ok, the body is amazing and is working hard to be ok to.
What is meant to be is meant to be.
I am thankful for the two beautiful, mischievous little faces that insist we continue playing on.
A fresh start is allowed.
Some breathing space and new perspective.
I feel more connected to my body.
I feel more connected to my own sisters, friends, and strangers who have lived this loss.
My thoughts and prayers are with all those who need it right now.
And know that you are not alone.
I love these words by Marilyn. They speak to me now more than ever before.
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