Well, it’s been over two months since the miscarriage. According to my doctor, after my 2nd post-miscarriage period, (which I just started this morning) we can start trying again. If we manage to get pregnant on our first go, which I’m not counting on, though it would be nice, our baby would be due in early September. My projected due date would be my God Son’s birthday, actually. Making him exactly two years older, which coincidentally, his mother and I almost are to the day. (She’s the 5th of October, I’m the 6th, I’m 2 years older.)
I’m getting really excited to start trying again. I think the time between my periods is screwed up now, though. This past cycle was only 26 days as compared to the strict 28-day schedule my body was on before. I can’t say I’m too upset, honestly, since I’ve been itching for this day to come. The past few months have felt like a lifetime of waiting. And now that it’s almost time for us to start trying again, i’m becoming even more frightened. I want nothing more at this point in my life than to be a mother. I am 26 years old, if we get pregnant right away, I’ll have the little nugget the month before I turn 27, and honestly, I don’t want to be having children when I am going into my 30’s. I know that early 30’s is perfectly safe, but I’d love to have 2 adorable little bundles in my life before I’m 30.
I’m rambling. It’s nerves. Looks like in 2 weeks the clock starts ticking again.
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