I spoke to all three of my sisters tonight! Since they've moved away from Colorado, it doesn't happen very often (it actually never happens) that I get to hear from each sister within a few hours.
One sister is in town temporarily, and she stopped by my workplace with her husband and adorable little sleepy son. It was so good to reconnect, to see how they are doing, and to share our philosophies and plans for the future. I'm so happy they plan on staying in town through the Holidays!
Another sister called me from San Diego where she is stationed with the U.S. Navy. We talked about what she was doing with her Saturday night off base (watching caged fighting of all things) and then we excitedly reminded each other that she will be coming home for Christmas!
The sister in Houston got off work late and logged on to GMail's Chat feature, a tradition we have shared for quite some time now. We confabulated on the upcoming election, the inevitable NAU, and our career plans. We really enjoy dry political discussions!
I have the smartest, prettiest sisters. I've really missed having them around. And this Christmas, we four will be together for the first time in ...a really long time!
It's happened! It's finally happened! We're going to be parents!
We haven't been told by a doc when our supposed due date is... but after careful calculations, I estimate it to be between May 8th and May 28th of 2009.
We're just too excited!!!
I finally went to see a doctor. "This is a pregnancy that's not viable..."
I remember her saying it with clasped hands and such a concerned look on her face.
"What does that mean?" I thought, why use such 'official' language?
"It means this pregnancy is not going to make a baby..."
I feel a bit foolish; a bit betrayed by my emotions and my body. I feel sad because we told everyone that we were expecting... and then I miscarried.
I know it's normal to feel disappointment and sadness. I know it's normal to feel somehow responsible. To wonder: am I to blame for this loss? To think: what could I have done differently?
This pregnancy was not meant to be, for whatever reason, and nature takes care of these things in a regular way. I believe there is a reason for everything, even if we might never know what that reason may be. I can blame whatever outside influence I choose, but the fact remains that what happens happens.
Thanks to all who continue to send their love and support. This is just another of life's trials that we are supposed to learn from.