On something that’s just not fair
Every time someone asks me if we want more kids, I am suddenly rushed back to that awful night early last December, sitting on the toilet, doubled over with every wave of pain, totally helpless to stop the bleeding.
Miscarriage. The word itself sounds broken.
Today I would have been over 36 weeks along. I’ve mostly processed through it, but there are some days that the feeling of loss hits me so unexpectedly and so forcefully that I can hardly breathe.
I miss her so much, and I never met her.