What now…

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…

A beautiful tragedy…

So… where do I begin? My husband and I finally took the leap. We were on the way to the fertility clinic to meet with the doctor. We weren’t sure what to expect but we knew what we wanted and we were ready to ask plenty of questions. Our doctor made the visit so comfortable…