So, as we get going, I'll give a little context or history to set the stage...
My husband and I want a baby. Simple desire really, one would think. We did what seems to be somewhat common in our generation. We went to school... then we went back for more... graduated with masters degrees in our areas of interest. We started our careers, met one fateful day in our 30s, and married 3 years ago. So started the baby journey...
About 3 weeks before our wedding we discovered I was pregnant! HOLY S^&&%T! Exiciting and scary and all of the emotions I'm sure everyone feels when they discover that what they thought would take a year or so actually happened a whole lot faster! Plans for fake champagne at the wedding started (not for the guests, that would have just been mean!)
A week before the big event, looking for gifts for the women who were standing for me, I felt a big rush, and knew that was not a good sign. I left the store, picked up my fiance, and off to the hospital we went. After 8 hours in the waiting room, they confirmed what we knew; I had lost the baby at 7 weeks. Devestating, yes. Emotionally bruised we picked ourselves up off the floor and forged ahead to our wedding the next week.
The journey continues...
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