My current truth: I really miss being pregnant. It’s been about a month since I miscarried. I thought I was over everything and had adequately processed, especially with the closure last week that the miscarriage was well and truly over, but I suddenly have a wave of sadness. I’m missing my baby. Missing getting to have that experience again. Missing having something to look forward to.
I see all of the lessons that are present and right in front of me…all of the blessings God wants me to notice. But still the pang in my heart is there.
It’ll pass. And we’ll try again soon.