It's been two weeks since my baby died. The first week was spent frantically trying to schedule a d&c, with anesthesia and a doctor I knew. The second week spent travelling to Indiana for my cousin's wedding and distracting myself with books on CD and long visits with a dear friend. Yesterday it all came crashing in again.
I truly don't know where we will go from here. For the first time I can picture my life without children, but with that I can also picture myself trying again.
Hope can be one strong bitch when she wants to be.
My fertility monitor told me I am ovulating today. Interesting because I am still bleeding from the d&c. Our bodies are weird contraptions.
So what I want to do right now is crawl back into bed and not face the world, but I can't do that forever. Right now I am just going through the motions.