So one week ago we took a long ride to the er. We were so happy thinking that we would be beginning the journey of expanding our family of three into four. But it just wasn't to be. It's been a difficult week, and I feel alone and sad. My husband has been wonderful, but he is going through this also. I just wonder if I can be happy again. I am hopeful. I feel horrible bringing everyone down, but I can't help it. I'm just mad and angry and just plain tired.
I am really trying to be good and move forward. But I am so mad, mad mad. I have to be happy for my child and I feel guilty being sad around him, because he deserves a happy home. I don't know why. Miscarriage sucks. And that's all I've got to say about it. Thbbbbbbbbb.