Can’t seem to relax enough to even think about sleep. Is it some kind of primal echo of my body remembering what it was doing this time three years ago? Labor started somewhere around midnight. My mind is racing, my heart is full.

A Loss.

Tomorrow, I should have been 12 weeks pregnant, but instead, I’m going in for a surgical procedure because we found out last Tuesday that the baby stopped growing and passed away around eight weeks. I really didn’t have any intention of talking about it publicly, but I’m having a very hard time with it, and… Read More A Loss.