It Happens To Perfectly Healthy Women Too

You can always tell the women who have experienced a miscarriage from the ones who have not. When the former hears about your loss, the first thing they say is, "I'm sorry."

When the latter hears it, the first thing they say is, "Do you know what went wrong?"

An Exercise In Masochism

It's been a couple of months since my last entry. I've entered some pretty dark places since January, but I've come out on top, more or less. Among the things to get me through my depression were my loving husband, my wonderful friends, and a new hobby: unicycling.

No, I am not kidding. I took up unicycling.

I ride for fun, but it's had the wonderful side effect of slimming me down to my pre-marriage figure. I practice freestyle, touring, and MUni (aka mountain unicycling).

No, I am not kidding. I ride an off-road unicycle on mountain bike trails for fun.

My husband and I have stocked up on condoms. There will be no more pregnancies, not for a long while. I wanted to start trying ASAP when we first lost the baby, but not anymore. I'm terrified of being pregnant again, so we won't let it happen again until I am ready. And I won't be ready for a very, very long time.

I will continue this blog, but it will no longer be about my experience as a pregnant lady. It will just be about me. Sometimes it will be about how I feel as a woman who has survived a miscarriage (I do not use the word "survive" lightly; as mentioned before, I've been visiting some very dark places), and sometimes it will be about the normal goings-on of my life.

I could start a completely new blog with a new title and web address. But that wouldn't be nearly masochistic enough now, would it?