Being new to this whole blogging thing, I have been looking to others blogs for ideas. No not ideas to steal their topics, but more of what I would like to avoid doing. I find myself struggling from time to time with what I have put out into cyber space. I wonder if I am funny enough, too serious, too depressing, would I want to read what I just wrote on someone else’s blog.
I know that being true to me is the best way to go; otherwise no one will be fooled. Despite being all over the place by topic, it is always what is on my mind and completely me. I have found myself reading others blogs and thinking “Wow, this person has no clue!” Sometimes you can just tell the person is just blogging to fill space or it’s the in thing to do. Several I follow just because I can relate. They are so real and remind me that I can laugh at myself (that and I am not the only mom being driven utterly insane by my children). Some I read because they make me laugh out loud – eventually my boss is going to realize I am not just laughing at the pile on my desk mocking me as it grows.
Alternately, I have read those who open up their hearts to share deep pain that may indeed help others in similar situations. Loss of children, miscarriage and infertility are deeply personal and take a great deal of courage to chronicle. Had I had this type of outlet – or even just the support of knowing there were others out there feeling the same things, during my own miscarriage, I honestly believe the healing process would have been just a little less lonely. So today I will tell my story.
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I waited till the following day to try to settle my nerves (yeah – that really worked out). Surprisingly, he took it a lot better than I did (and in fact had an idea that I was preggo and didn’t bother to tell me). So when I got home a few days later we started making plans. We already knew we where going to get married and when, but did we want to move that date up to before the baby was born. We told everyone we knew. And I started trying to find an
At my company Christmas party on Dec 17th I started cramping and spotting. So I headed to the closest ER. Where I sat. And sat. And sat. I was such a huge bundle of nerves by the time they called me back to be examined. They seemed outraged that I had not had any pre-natal care yet (despite this not being my fault). Eventually I got in touch with