I don't really want to write this post. I want to crawl in my bed, with the covers over my head and watch the real housewives of nyc seasons 1 and 2 (before Jill and Bethenny hate each other). I don't want to talk to anyone, see anyone or answer my phone. In fact it's been on silent for the past three days. I am writing this post because I started this blog as a living, breathing diary. It is a fluid documentation of my life and what is going on right now. Unfortunately what is going on right now isn't a fun trip, a great product recommendation or a great style entry... it is real life. This week something sad happened to me and the hubs, we had a miscarriage. I will tell you that I hate the word miscarriage it seems clinical to me. What I have said is we lost the baby because that is how it feels to me. Without boring you or scaring you with too many details I knew something wasn't exactly right. I started bleeding and was away from home and my
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