September is our second attempt to conceive after losing Angel in May. I still hate seeing pregnant women and reading their Facebook posts. I think about how far along I would be right now (seven and a half months) and what I might look like and what our nursery might look like, and what our showers would have been like. No tears for a long time, but I still feel low if I think about it for a while.
A friend from our church small group is organizing a sort of "Christian women's infertility group" tonight. There are eight couples in our small group...three have children, one's not trying, and four of us have had a miscarriage or haven't conceived at all for 1-2 years. I told her I'd give it a try. Of course I'm hoping that, in 3 weeks, I'll find that I'm pregnant again. But I know it's never a given, even though we had such easy luck the first time around.
In other news, Josie is four months old tomorrow and just slightly less trouble than she was last month. She's 22lbs now! Jared is keeping busy at work, and I am prayerfully considering changing careers. Teaching assisting is not what it used to be, and it's only going to get worse. No one teaches for the money, but if you were GROSSING less than 25K AND you hated what you did....wouldn't you look elsewhere? Life's too short to hate what you do.
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