I felt incredibly alone. My body had failed me.
It is ironic that the act of baby making can feel so unsexy.
I cried to my husband – sobs of guilt and sadness – because I felt like I didn’t love our little boy.
Expect the unexpected.
When they came into the world, I knew I was complete.
It has been six months since I miscarried in November last year.
I was irritated at the lack of knowledge, and angry, because this shouldn’t have happened to me.
Foreword: My interview did not go to plan. Faith has a way of taking things in her own, refreshing direction.
I didn’t know how to be happy for her and mourn for me at the same time.
Stop and read this before you pop that pill.
“I would never say pregnancy is a joy, because I personally don’t think it’s a joy. I think it’s a means to an end, a conduit to something else.”
One by one, my friends with kids have slowly slipped into the background of my life.
Have a tissue handy…