To Be Able to Hope Again...

Finally, to be able to hope as that time of the month approaches; to be able to hope that the tell-tale signs never appear. That, as I begin to experience lately, is the one thing that truly helped in getting over the miscarriage. Even though we have not been lucky yet, being able to hope has been the best remedy so far.
So wish me luck, folks! :)

Out of Curfew

The waiting game again...

Another Sad Story

A team mate of mine recently celebrated her first pregnancy, but alas at 8 weeks, she miscarried. Having heard her dreams and plans for her future baby days previously, I can imagine just how devastated she might be feeling now. I hope that by sharing my own story, she might perhaps feel that she isn's alone. Even if it feels like it, it is not as if life is unfair only to her. However selfish this may sound like, sometimes knowing that there are other people close to you with similar experiences helps. That was how I tried to console myself with previously.
On a different note, I cannot help but start to worry about this alarming (to me it is) frequency of miscarriages within my own social circle itself. Is it our current modern lifestyle? Our working habits? Whatever it is, I cannot help but wonder if we do really have something to worry about....