The History

I suppose some of you don't already know.

You see, this is a blog that has risen from the ashes.


Hahaha. I say that so dramatically. It's not *really* true. It's just that I am an adult living with ADHD, and therefore, I sometimes forget to pay my bills to keep my domain and hosting active. The good news is that I nearly always remember other bills. Or, rather, I left Sweet Man Friend in charge.

I had a very lovely blog that I worked very hard on designing. Don't we all miss medication? I do.

I stopped medication to try and get pregnant. Most of my life doesn't suffer, but alas, the blog did.

You can all recite with me the ADHD mantra:

"Oh well."


Anyway, on said blog, I had a very poignant post about that time I had the world's longest miscarriage*. Which, incidentally, finished almost exactly 2 years ago. Happy anniversary?

I'm going to sort of try to revive it here.

This was just days after I had found out I was pregnant. We were SO excited. We told a few close friends and our families because we could hardly contain the news.

I was about 10 weeks along here. It was almost Christmas and we had designed the cutest holiday card as our announcement. We were planning to send it out shortly after Christmas when I got to the second trimester. It was a really cute card. Trust me. 

This was the day after I miscarried. Something had gone wrong right before our trip to Colorado for Christmas. The doctors got me in for an ultrasound and we found out the baby had stopped growing at 7 weeks. My body wasn't passing it, so I took a pill that helped it along. It was terrible, but I was ready to move on.

This picture was 3 months later. I was in a lot of pain in this picture. I would end up in the emergency room the next day in the worst pain I've ever experienced. It turned out my body had not passed all the tissue when it miscarried. I would need to have an emergency DNC to make sure that no damage was done to my uterus. Thankfully, it was not. 

Worlds. Longest. Miscarriage.*

I don't write this for sympathy. I write it because I was so grateful for all the women in my life who were open with me about their experiences miscarrying. It made me feel less alone. It made me feel normal. 

I also write it because I think it's important to note that I am smiling in all of these pictures. 

Be kind to each other. A smile hides a lot.

I am pleased to say that these days I smile because I know everything is going to be ok. 

(*There are no hard facts backing this, but trust me, it felt that way)