September 13, 2016

I sent out a text message to a few of my friends.

“I’m pregnant again.“

Things weren’t supposed to be this way. At least this isn’t the way I imagined it to be. I thought maybe I’d post some cute pictures online with ‘Due in March’ written across the photo in cursive font. I thought I’d excitedly call my friends and family and jump up and down with joy. I thought maybe I’d figure out a creative way to tell my parents that I was having a boy or girl.

But that was all gone after the first miscarriage.

I thought maybe I get to tell everyone about my rainbow baby, you know, the one that comes after your loss. I thought maybe I’d get to pull out those adorable infant clothes that I bought...

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