I almost didn't share the news that we were pregnant because I didn't want to share something that still had the odds stacked against it. I didn't want to have to come back and tell everyone that something had happened. Something sad. Something I never thought I'd ever have to feel.
I realized I had miscarried on Sunday morning. I sat in the bathroom and cried.
I have decided to let myself cry whenever I need to. I have decided to be sad for as long as it hurts. I have decided that I want to let it soak in and be a part of my story, though such a short part.
I think I'm going to make a quilt.