Thursday, November 10, 2016
My m/c was three weeks ago today, and I am finding it easier to find joy in the daily things I used to, before this cycle began. I am celebrating the tiny things, like being able to exercise, have sex, not obsess about how an embryo is doing in or out of me every second, how each day is less and less a struggle to fit into my regular pants. I am also able to celebrate the infinitely great things, like playing with my kids, reading them books, snuggling with them. I cry a little bit when I admit to myself how hard these past months have been. And cry a lot when I think of what I have lost. But what I still have is admittedly so good, and it keeps me moving forward.