Post by AlanasMomma on Nov 29, 2005 11:08:22 GMT -5
My angel got it's wings.
And it seems to get harder, the closer I get to the due date. I'm not sure why this is happening.
I was doing ok.
I guess with everything going on from the hurricane, I didn't really have time to focus on my feelings of the miscarriage. I mean, I was grieving the loss of my home, my friends, my town, etc. So really, I had no time to fit that in. And now that we are where we will be for a while and have a safe roof over our heads, clothing on our backs and food in our mouth, the saddness from the m/c is coming back.
I've been having dreams about being pg, water breaking and going into labor. I've had this same dream two nights in a row. I can't help but think I'm beginning to go a bit crazy. (not literally)
So today makes seven LONG, heartbreaking months.
And the 7th of Dec. should be the day my baby was making it's entrance into the world. But I sit here now with the flattest of bellies. I'm not pg again, as I thought I'd be by now. And I just want a baby in my arms or growing in my belly....something.
I'm beginning to think that God just isn't hearing my prayers. It's as if me and everyone who is praying for me and DF to have a baby are just being ignored. It's not fair, d**n it! I just want a baby to call my own.
And it seems to get harder, the closer I get to the due date. I'm not sure why this is happening.
I was doing ok.
I guess with everything going on from the hurricane, I didn't really have time to focus on my feelings of the miscarriage. I mean, I was grieving the loss of my home, my friends, my town, etc. So really, I had no time to fit that in. And now that we are where we will be for a while and have a safe roof over our heads, clothing on our backs and food in our mouth, the saddness from the m/c is coming back.
I've been having dreams about being pg, water breaking and going into labor. I've had this same dream two nights in a row. I can't help but think I'm beginning to go a bit crazy. (not literally)
So today makes seven LONG, heartbreaking months.
And the 7th of Dec. should be the day my baby was making it's entrance into the world. But I sit here now with the flattest of bellies. I'm not pg again, as I thought I'd be by now. And I just want a baby in my arms or growing in my belly....something.
I'm beginning to think that God just isn't hearing my prayers. It's as if me and everyone who is praying for me and DF to have a baby are just being ignored. It's not fair, d**n it! I just want a baby to call my own.
