Hanging in there...

I'm here. I'm doing okay. It's been a week now. We had a really busy weekend that helped keep my mind moving and that was a good thing. I still hurt, but this being the third time, I know how to cope with that hurt. I knew how I was going to feel this week, I know how I will feel 2 weeks from now. I know my emotional process. I still wish it never would have happend, but that's beyond our control. It happened.

The hardest part of it, though, is this - My best friend is pregnant. We were due 3 days apart. She saw her baby's heartbeating the day I lost mine. How ironic. With each passing day of her pregnancy I'm remined of the one I lost. I'm extremely happy for her. She was in my position just 2 months ago. She has helped me in more ways than she will ever know. She is the only friend, who really understands me.

My husband is amazing. I don't think I could have carried myself out of that room last Wednesday had he not been with me with that tear in his eye.

The babygirl has brought me so much comfort. Looking into her eyes gives me the strength to give it another shot.