Looking back, when I started this blog, I never dreamed that somewhere down the road I'd be writing about the subject of infertility. Trying for a baby was somewhere in the back of my mind; not yet a reality. And yet, througout this past year and a half, I've felt comforted by speaking from my heart onto this blog and every once in awhile, seeing your kind words of encouragment.
After a year of struggling to get pregnant, and then almost six months of seeing a fertility specialist, still with no concrete answers of "Why?", countless appointments, tests, blood work, injections, and finally, artificial insemination, I was pregnant. Finally.
And I am so heartbroken to say, that one month after I heard those sweet words of "Congratulations!!" from my doctor and nurse, that I have miscarried.
Seeing it on the screen makes it a bit more real. As I type this, tears are streaming down my cheeks and there is a fogginess in my head.
Did this really happen?
It seems like a nightmare; one that I know is not going to go away easily or soon.
Please hold us a little closer in your hearts right now.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
On Sunday, my brother Neil, Gina and their boys stopped by the house in Neil's newly restored Chevelle. It's been a slow process to restore this car. . . .what's that saying? When you have the time, you don't have the money and when you have the money, you don't have the time? Not to mention, Neil and Gina have their hands full these days with the boys.
As I was out in the driveway taking pictures and talking with them, Gina said, "I bet this isn't quite what Neil had in mind when he set out to restore this car; driving around with the wife and kids."
Well, Gina, maybe that's not quite what he had in mind, back when he was younger and single.
But I think it's even better.