So it happened.
I became that girl.
The sad-sack TTC blogger who has nothing but baby on the brain. Writes ad nauseam about desperately wanting it to happen.
It’s like that woman gently weeping in the frozen foods section. Your heart goes out to her, you want to console her, but is it ever awkward.
I’m not saying I’ve made a miraculous comeback — but each day is a little brighter.
I’ve cried. A lot. In public, even.
Still glad I wrote about it (this is as cathartic as it gets for me). And it opened up a lot of dialogue that I wouldn’t have had otherwise. For that I am grateful.
And it made me realize just how common miscarriages/chemical pregnancies/lost months are.
So while I’m still grieving, I won’t dwell. This too shall pass.
In the meantime, I hope to write about new things. Nick and I are starting a new healthy-eating regimen. We have a few summer adventures planned. So food and pics are the order of the day!
Still, if you see me near the ice cream, please hand me a tissue.