Please read my warrior friend’s blog. This incredible woman writes hard and clear about what hurts. Love you, Lady Bear.
When I was younger, I loved my body because no one else did. I loved my body because if I didn’t, I would have been swallowed up in depression and self-loathing… two things that never came natural to a ball of sunshine like me. The challenge this time is different.
Tomorrow, I go to see my OB. In the “about” section of this blog, I wrote that I have had 2 miscarriages in the last year. The first was this past September, and the second was this past Thursday/Friday… I believe. At this point in time there is still a .001% chance that I am still pregnant. What. The. Fuck.
When I had my first miscarriage, I already knew there was no longer a heartbeat. About a week ago, I started spotting- not enough blood to make me believe I was going to miscarry, but any amount of color created…
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