Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass.....

.....it's about learning to dance in the rain. I saw that on a sign in Kirklands two weeks after I had a miscarriage, and if only for a minute, it gave be some hope. That was over two months ago (the sign-- the miscarriage was more like 3), and today I'm thinking about it because I'm late. Yes, late like you think, but it's apparently NOT what you think. Two negative pregnancy tests later, and I'm still waiting...for something, anything. The truth is, I wasn't even sure I was ready for a baby when the word "pregnant" glared at me on the digital pregnancy test display on that morning in early August. As a matter of fact, I cried to my husband about how I wasn't ready; I was too young (25). But somewhere between that Friday morning and Monday afternoon when I found out I was miscarrying, I became SO ready, and now all I can think of is what I lost. So, while I wait, I think I'm going to blog.