Driving home from work I rubbed my belly as I had before the miscarriage. Man … I miss my baby. I felt empty.

(a few months later)

I have given myself time to mourn. It was slowly a pain that became tolerable. This doesn’t mean that I won’t cry from time to time. My husband and I have had several conversations about if and when we will try again. Even though our desire to raise a child is greater than the fear of having another miscarriage we haven’t made up our mind on what we want to do.

This experience left me feeling like what now…

My desire and motivation to blog completely fizzled out and I took the time to focus on healing. So, with that being said I think I am ready to come back. Thank you guys for missing me! Staying positive.