aftermath

Well, I guess my body decided for me what should happen. PURGE! Holy fucking purge. Owww.

Anyway, thank you for the thoughts and well-wishes. Now that the shock is over, I'm doing much better. The fact that I had a blighted ovum (empty sac) makes it easier to bear - knowing that I didn't lose a child but a pregnancy instead. Also, knowing that I have Boo already, and crazy toddler button-pusher or not, he is simply amazing and I am blessed to have him in my life. And knowing that I have Erik as my wonderful partner really helps.

All is not doom and gloom and despair. Am I sad and disappointed? Oh yes. But hey, tomorrow (so to speak) is another day. As long as I have lungs with which to breathe and legs on which to stand and determination with which to fight, I am here and strong and defiant. There is a lesson in this loss. If we have another pregnancy, and it's successful, and there is another child, that child will be the right one for us at the right time, just as Boo was. 

For now, though, Midol - oh how I love you.