Hi all you beautiful Rags to Stitches readers, you! I am incredibly excited (and HONORED) to be here today! I love me some Alissa (who doesn’t?), and her and I have become fast friends. I can’t wait to officially “meet” her in April at SNAP! We are gonna hug it out and be banana-cakes together FOR SURE!
I suppose I should introduce myself a little bit. I’m Jenna, and I blog/ramble over at The Life of the Wife! I realized that I chat a LITTLE too much, so I figured, why not write some of it down (so I can remember how funny/witty I used to be). Ha! On my blog I write about pretty much a little of everything! My life, my baby boy, fashion & beauty, and a little DIY-ing!
Alissa asked me to write about something that has been on my heart. For some reason, this is the first thing that popped out of my head. I usually don’t get this serious on my blog, but from time to time, I feel like it’s necessary to get REAL up in herrrre! 🙂
M is for Miscarriage (yup, I’m just jumping with both feet in).
I want to share my story with you for a lot of reasons, but mostly because I have NEVER really talked about it to anyone but my family and close friends. I don’t think I ever really took the time to grieve, to say how I really FELT about the whole situation that happened to me.
I feel like people are afraid to be open about miscarriages, and not a lot of people talk about it…until it happens to you. Then suddenly, people come out of the woodwork with their stories! I have kept mine pretty close to my heart. To be honest, I was a little ashamed of it when it happened. I felt “broken”, less than perfect, and definitely shaken up. I hope that by telling you my story, I can move on from it, and let myself be ok with it.
So yikes..here we go!
My husband and I have been married for almost four years now (together for eight!). We decided to wait a couple of years before TRYING to have a baby. I say trying, because that’s how you make a baby, right? 🙂 We thought it would just HAPPEN. You do the “fun stuff,” and the next month, you pee on the stick, and WHAM–BABY TIME! Right?
Not so much. We tried and tried and tried for about 7 months, before ithappened.
I remember that day perfectly clear in my mind. Now, I am not one to keep perfect track of my cycle, I don’t write it down on my calendar like some of my friends. I just know AROUND the time when it’s supposed to happen. So when I was late, I didn’t even realize it. (you’d think I would have been pacing back and forth every month, because we had been trying to get pregnant for a while, but nope).
I was sitting in my bed, watching TV, and thought to myself:
‘Wow, I think my period was supposed to start already.’