If all would have went well, I would have been 12 weeks pregnant today. I would have been deciding whether or not to let the world know my secret or if I should keep it for one more week and save it for Christmas.
I probably would have told, if I hadn't all ready. My body would have given my news away to local family and friends weeks ago anyways. Specially, since there were two babies in there. I miss them today. I cried for them for the first time in a few weeks.
Instead of announcing my pregnancy to the interwebs, I am experiencing my first cycle after my loss. It is almost as bad as the miscarriage itself. It is less painful, but I am bleeding way more than I would have expected. I wonder if the fact that the fibroid has increased the size of my uterus is the culprit? More uterus = more lining to shed? I don't know. Either way, I hope it is over soon. It is making life difficult.
And life is all ready difficult enough right now. Hubby probably doesn't want me sharing this online, but he was injured playing hockey. This means I am doing both roles while he recovers. Thank God for family and friends. I don't know what I would do without them.
I am not sure how mom of a toddler teachers manage to accomplish everything that is expected to be accomplished on a good day. Thankfully, it was a snow day. I got a bit accomplished but I spend valuable time, that could have been spent marking and prepping, shoveling. However, I apparently left my jump drive at work, so prepping would not have happened anyways. Hence the reason, I found 15 mins to blog. Anyhoo, I am off to bed. Two days left before Christmas break...
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