Writing about my miscarriage is not something I am sure about yet. First of all, there are so many wonderful people I know in the blogiverse who are either pregnant or trying, and the last thing I would want to so is scare them, to discourage them for the most beautiful thing that could ever happen to them. Second, I am not really sure how to express what I am feeling correctly.
Know that I am not angry. Know that I am quite sad, because this was a child I lost. I lost my son. I may not have had much time to bond with him, but he was mine, and I love him. But also know that I have a beautiful daughter that gives me a giant hug when things are really bad. Like just now, when she climbed over my desk chair to get to me.
Maybe someday I will write about it. Maybe someday it will make sense. But for now, this is what I focus on.