My miscarriage was a year ago next week. I was watching Big Love on Sunday, and it all came flooding back. I remember sitting in the bathroom cramping and bleeding and losing my baby, a baby I had just found a week earlier.
I have nothing to report in terms of plans. I’m secretly cycling vicariously through a few of you in cyberspace.
Work is kicking my ass, and yet I still don’t have a permanent position. I need a vacation. And a drink.
Thinking of you all, even if I’m quiet.