I can’t believe I’m writing this post. Again. Last Friday, July 22, the whole family accompanied me to an ultrasound appointment I had at my doctor’s office. Spirits were generally high since we’d gone to an ultrasound two weeks prior — when I’d been 8 weeks and 2 days along — and everything looked great. …
On Wednesday, I will say goodbye to our baby that should have been born in late August, at the peak of flower season. The baby I found out about just two days before Christmas. Obviously, this is not the post I wanted to write. The post I wanted to write was one I was going …
Every fall for the past three years, we’ve made a yearly tradition of going to a local apple orchard as a family. It was part of The Plan that this tradition would be long-standing and annual, with nothing or no one standing in the way of us getting our yearly cider fix and hundreds (!) …
(Picture from when I was pregnant with Raven) I feel like I need to start off this post with a whole bunch of disclaimers: I’m not sure I’ll even publish this. I know I have nothing to complain about compared to many women who so desperately want a child and don’t even have …
Let’s play a fun little game wherein you, dear reader, are left to figure out for yourselves which statement belongs with which designation (aka, high or low). (Hint: I haven’t made it extraordinarily difficult for you.) Last Monday, we finally took Raven to the doctor to see why she wasn’t getting any better (to …
Before I go into any other thoughts I had today, I wanted to thank everyone who has sent love and support and prayers our way since I posted about our miscarriage. While it’s still not the path we wanted, we feel very fortunate to be surrounded by so many people both in “real life” …
I mentioned in yesterday’s post that it had been a weekend of both loss and celebration for us, but I hadn’t mentioned another loss that we sustained (in addition to the passing of Matt’s grandma)— The loss of my pregnancy. It seems awfully hard that the first news that most of you hear about my …
