This morning was a rough one.... Following a natural m/c about 3 weeks ago, I needed to go into my doc's office to have a blood draw to make sure my hormone levels have been falling. Just a simple blood test...No big deal, right? Well, I was good until I had to sit in the waiting room surrounded by pregnant moms waiting for their appointment. I tried to read a magazine to distract myself. I told the receptionist I would have to come back another day b/c I had an appointment to get to, but really I just wanted to escape. The minute I left the office, the tears flooded down my cheeks. Totally didn't expect that one! After having a blighthed ovum, I keep telling myself that God knew that the baby was not going to be healthy, and that it was the best thing that I lost it. I guess I have a lot more "processing" to do that I have realized. Time heals all wounds, right?