Unexpected

I've debated whether to blog about this or not. But after bouncing the idea off of my sounding board (Jen) I've decided it's better to talk about it than not.

I had a miscarriage. Did you know that 10-25% of all pregnancies end in miscarriage? The doc told us that and I was a bit surprised. I've probably heard the statistic before. Of course it didn't mean anything to me until I was part of that statistic.

After having Henry I just assumed I was a baby making machine, so when I miscarried I was disappointed, sad, surprised, and funky. Like in a funk kind of funky. It only lasted a few days. I needed those two days to mourn I think. I didn't expect having to mourn the loss of this pregnancy, especially when I was only 5 weeks along (we had only known about it for a week) AND when the pregnancy was a bit unexpected as well. I even felt a bit of guilt about feeling glad that I could have my body back and take a bit more time to get back in shape before baby #2. Yup lots of emotions.

I married a prince. Dave took over for a few days. Dishes, playing with Henry, etc. He's a gem. And we've had a few things to take our minds off of it: watching the Jimmer, browsing for a new-to-us car on KSL, a sick kid, then sick parents, searching for rental homes in Charlotte, starting to coordinate a move, and all the other stuff that needs to get done around here.

Just like having cancer, I'm glad I've gone through this so that I can relate to and possible help the numerous others who have gone through the same.

I know there will be other babies. Right now I'm happy with my crazy Henry boy and his handsome daddy.