July 15, 2015

I never thought that pregnancy would be so confusing. You take a test. It’s positive. There’s a baby growing. Except there’s not. Nothing is on the ultrasound. The bloodwork is negative. You’ve had an early miscarriage.

Unlike the last pregnancy, I knew there was something wrong from the beginning. But I didn’t tell anymore. I didn’t want to be in some fishbowl with all eyes on me, watching all my moves, wondering how I was doing.

F--k that.

I had worked so hard to get back to me. I wasn’t going to easily give that up. I wasn’t going to let others’ opinions dictate my life.

Sometimes, I wish that pregnancy stick was lying to me, because then I wouldn’t be p...

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