What I want you to know about miscarriage. At 25 my husband and I found out on mothers day that I was pregnant. I had woken up at 6ish that morning stumbling into the bathroom, I hardly remember opening up the packing of the pregnancy test. Next thing I know there are two lines, running into the bedroom, literally kicking my husband yelling at him telling him to get up. "Get up, I'm pregnant, and going to store." I said. He said "huh? what? okay, wait why are you going to the store." He confusingly replied. "Did you not hear me" I quipped back....more
About a month ago, I happily announced my pregnancy on this blog. I also announced it on Facebook, Twitter, to countless friends, family, "kinda knows" and even strangers. I was excited! Some probably think that was an unwise decision, and they are right because, unfortunately, I ended up miscarrying at almost 3 months along....more
This isn't my usual blog style, and I hope you forgive the departure. For once, I would actually like to use this darn thing as a "journal" like some other bloggers do. You see, I have a problem. Ok I have many, laugh it up. I have this giant heart, but a big void empty place situated someplace lower. My attempts to fill the void are always so temporary, it's like a drug. You feel great doing it, then later you are only reminded of the things you don't have, the loss you are trying to make up for....more
The rumor mill is buzzing with word of Snooki’s alleged pregnancy and possible engagement to Jionni LaVelle -- which she confirmed on March 7. Quite honestly, I don’t care. I can proudly say that I have never watched a minute of Jersey Shore, though I know too much about it because my husband somehow became addicted. The only reason I am choosing to address the now-confirmed-rumors is this: Snooki’s ex-boyfriend, Emilio Masello, apparently wished for the reality TV star to have a miscarriage.
I snapped reading a novel with a pregnant character. I got up and searched through my jewelry box for the pointiest pin I could find, grabbed the condoms and poked holes in them. Just like the holes I felt inside of me. Looking at those holes in the silver wrapper was a big wake up call for me. I hid the condoms under tissues in the bathroom garbage can and sobbed. I'd been hiding my feelings for so long....more
There is a silent shame that exists among women in an epidemic proportion. One that does not need to exist in today's society. A silent shame that affects women all over the world regardless of race, religion, age or socio-economic conditions. A silent shame that brings nothing but heartbreak, sadness and devastation. A silent shame that can rob a woman of her ability to believe in herself as a 'true' woman. A silent shame whispered about all over the world. A silent shame known as the heartbreak that is miscar...more
At a recent girls’ brunch, a friend I’ve known for years, shared unexpectedly, in a very emotional moment, that she had experienced a miscarriage earlier in the year. She explained that although she had wanted to tell us girls about it, she was hesitant since miscarriage is still such a taboo subject in our society....more