Sometimes, I can't help but think that I should be about 6 weeks from my due date right now. Instead of my (relatively) flat tummy, I shouldn't be able to scoot my chair up to my desk. I should be feeling all kinds of movement & kicks. But I'm not.
I really have come to terms with the "shoulds/should nots," but I'm pretty sure the plain fact of it is, I won't ever forget.
Today I learned of another miscarriage. And my heart simply breaks for her. So again, I feel compelled to speak out. To break the silence. And to have others join me in prayer for this mother's recent loss.
This is my October newspaper column, Lipstick & Pearls, originally published in the Hillsboro Free Press:
"I am the face...of pregnancy loss"
Have you noticed the large quantity of “awareness” campaigns taking place on a daily/weekly/monthly basis? For the benefit of this column, I did. And let me tell you, Wikipedia has quite the list.