#miscarriageawareness Part Two

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After my first miscarriage, I decided to really focus on my health again. I had gone through a few jobs and worked weird hours, but I was at the point where I could make fitness a constant part of my routine again, so I did. Before my wedding PIIT28 got me in shape, and I knew it could do it again.

Even after the move from South Carolina to Virginia, I made fitness a part of my daily routine. I was eating healthy meals, getting in my workouts, and fitting in additional exercise by walking around the lake. Even though it was a fun Spring, it was still very hard getting used to living in a new place and not having any friends. I was still trying to understand my feelings about the miscarriage, and was biding time until we could try for a baby again. I knew we had to wait. We wanted to wait. Until Kyle and I both had jobs.

Then, it was great lights.

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#miscarriageawareness Part One

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Did you know that 10-25% of all clinically recognized pregnancies will end in miscarriage? Does that number seem low to you? Because it does to me. In fact, if I was someone who never experienced a miscarriage I would look at those statistics and think, well that’s never going to happen to me!

Here’s another statistic for you, there are 3 million reported miscarriages in the US a year. Now that number is scary.

Miscarriage is something that is not talked about enough considering how many women it effects. I’m willing to bet you know someone, or maybe a couple of people who have had to deal with the loss of an unborn baby; whether you knew about it or not.

I had an aunt who had a miscarriage. One of my best friends had a miscarriage. When they each went through that loss, both times I said, “I can’t imagine what she’s going through. That’s my worst nightmare.”

Then, on December 2016, my worst nightmare came true.

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Dream Journal- Part One: Grim Reaper

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I have decided, as a way to exercise my creative juices, I’m going to start posting my dreams. It will be a great way to (hopefully) improve my memory and work on my dusty writing. I haven’t been in the creative writing mood lately, so hopefully this will help…

Last night, my boyfriend called me when he got out of work, around 10:15pm. I had fallen asleep in the living room while watching some extremely weird stick-figure movie on Netflix about this guy named Bill, who was terminally ill and then wasn’t but was still sortĀ of losing his mind…

Kyle asked me what we were going to eat when he got home, and I said I would turn on the oven and make chicken nuggets when he got there. “And Pizza Logs?” He asked.

“You’re going to make Pizza Logs?”

“Yes, I can make Pizza Logs.”

And that was the extent of the conversation. We hung up and I snuggled into his pillow that I hadn’t realized until that moment, smelled like his shampoo, and fell asleep.

You’re going to die, you’re going to die, you’re going to die…

The doorknob jingled and I awoke startled as Kyle unlocked the door. I greeted him with a hug and kiss and went to turn on the oven. All the while, that ominous voice rang in my mind: You’re going to die, you’re going to die, you’re going to die…

Not much to that dream, just left me with a creepy feeling the rest of the night. Thanks for the read, more to come!