First off, I definitely think I need to start journaling again. I think it'll life my spirits some.
Anyways. I think the man upstairs is playing a cruel joke on me. Why? because he blessed my with 2 pregnancies in the last 3 months only to rip them away from me almost as soon as he gave them to me.
With this most recent mc, I didn't think I was taking it nearly as hard as the first...afterall, I had been preparing myself for the end as soon as it began. I was doing pretty well emotionally until today, when once again, I have had off and on "sickness" and cramping. The cramping had been gone since Sunday and now it's back...However, the queasy feeling really never left. I just think it's a cruel joke and it's hard to be optimistic about ttc again when what I want soooo bad has been taken from me twice in just as many months.