So Sunday is the day...

As a few of you know Brian and I have been trying to have another baby for a while now. Gotten pregnant and miscarried more than once. So we (I) started going to see a specialist and after the tests for run and the results came in, the doctor's advice was that we try Clomid. Brian and I talked and prayed about it, so we told my doctor that we wanted to try the medication for a while. She also told me that she wanted me to go on a higher dosage of the Clomid. So I'm on a higher dosage of this medication and Sunday is the first day that I supposed to start taking it. Here's hoping that the medication works the first month. Here's hoping and praying.

Its been awhile

So I kinda decided to not write on here for a little while. Too many things have happened so good and some not so good. A while back Brian and I decided that it was time to try for another baby. Well over the (almost 2years) we have been pregnant 5 times since Iain. And lost all of them. (For those of you that know what that's like I'm so very sorry). We lost them at varying stages in my pregnancies that it was too early to really tell people that we were having a baby. But it still broke my heart. I often wonder weather we are going to have another baby. I'm decided that since we have insurance that I'm going to go to a specialist and try and figure out what is wrong and fix. Here's to hoping that it's something as simple as me losing weight.

How do you talk about losing a baby...

I had just found out about baby number 2, when I lost it (I was 2 1/2 weeks or so, really not far along at all). I took the test after I came back from girls night out (after watching Eclipse opening night), I thought why the heck not its not like its going to be positive, right. Oh how wrong I was. I was going to surprise Brian by telling him about the baby while we were camping over the 4th of July. So that Saturday I started cramping and bleeding. And I just knew that I had lost the baby that had barely had a chance. So no one knew about the pregnancy but me. When someone in Brian's extended family told him that they were pregnant and don't tell Jenn. I was already hurting. That just hurt even more. And of cause now when we get together with them I always going to be reminded that I lost a baby that would have been 6weeks younger than hers. How do you deal with something like that?