I should be 21 weeks pregnant.
We should know if we were having a boy or a girl.
Our nursery should be starting to take shape.
But I’m not pregnant any more.
And we won’t know our baby’s gender until Heaven.
And the office we started to transform into this nursery has yet again been taken over by office things.
When you have a miscarriage you don’t grieve the loss of someone you knew. Instead, you grieve the loss of the baby you didn’t get to meet, and the hope that they brought for such a short time. You grieve the what if’s, the could haves, the should haves, the future that will never be. It’s a pain like no other pain and I’m so so sorry if you’ve had to experience it as well. 💔
