Good news! My shingles are almost gone!
Bad news! The reason I was getting so sick, probably, is also gone.
This past weekend, I miscarried my itty bitty baby.
I was 13 weeks 5 days pregnant.
My water broke on Friday night.
I rushed to the E.R.
No heartbeat.
My heart stopped beating.
My head stopped working.
My body stopped feeling.
My world is upside down.
Today my body started feeling again.
I started feeling that the whole thing just wasn't fair.
Other pregnant people only a few weeks ahead of me are finding out their baby's genders.
And I'm trying to make sense of such a big hurt in my life.
I hate grieving. I hate grief.
It takes patience.
I will get through this.
Just give me time.
