I feel a bit delinquent because I didn’t put out a post yesterday about all the things I’m grateful for. Absolutely, there are so many things to be thankful for and my list, I’m sure, is very similar to yours. Everyday for me is Thanksgiving. It’s the first thing I do after I turn off
I have been pregnant or miscarrying for the past eight months, and all that I have to show for it is a broken heart. As I’ve shared on my blog, I miscarried twice this year, making 2013 the unluckiest most miserable year of my life. Now I find myself in the strangely curious position of
I lost two babies this year through miscarriage. It was horrifically painful and I’m still dealing with chronic anxiety. Imagine a recurrent dream where the boogey man is coming after your children. As if the actual deaths weren’t bad enough, I’ve got severe anxiety and nightmares to contend with, plus the insensitivity of the human race.
Dean and I have spent the past few days resting and doing indulgent things we wouldn’t normally do. Here’s how we’ve been caring for ourselves after the miscarriage… Caring for Ourselves After a Miscarriage: Staying up until 1am. Sleeping in until 10 or 11am. Getting a head massage. Eating red velvet cheesecake. Inhaling rolls and
We are pregnant! We were pregnant. And then we were not. For the second time in only three months, I have miscarried another baby. Please God it’s not fair to fill your heaven with our little babies. You already have one. Did you have to take another? I am numb. I am scared. I am