Spotting started Wednesday night, full AF the next day.
I’m actually kinda amazed that it didn’t cause another emotional setback; in fact it did the opposite.
I think by my body physically telling me that it has moved past the pregnancy and is ready to try again…it somehow triggered my heart and mind to do the same.
I can’t forget what happened. It will always be a sad thing, I will always wonder about this child and grieve for the loss and for what could have been. March 6th (heartbeat), 21st (miscarriage discovered), 29th (birthday) and October 27th (due date) will always be days I remember.
But I don’t need to stay in the darkness. It’s time to move forward, it’s time to try again and hope again (scary as that is). And for the first time in 8 weeks, I feel like that’s actually possible and attainable; and it’s lasted more than part of a day so it seems that’s really where I’m at.
So while my uterus empties itself and prepares to rebuild; my heart and mind are doing the same.
I’m ready to live life again.