And what a differance...
Three days ago, my miscarriage was confirmed in the er...last night, I woke up in a puddle of blood about three am. The worst part was telling Kyle...he was just starting to get excited about it. I felt like shit for getting him excited about a baby that now, we're not having. Mainly, I was mad at my body. I've had so many miscarriages I literally have lost count. And this is the first one I haven't gone through on my own. And in a lot of ways I wish I had. I can deal with pain. I HATE knowing that he's in it, too. Tonight will be our first night apart for about a week now, and I'm fucking dreading it. I just want to cuddle back up with my head on his shoulder and forget about the entire fucking world beyond our front door.
The only one taken this pregnancy....RIP little love
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