to really move on.   

I was thinking about it today and I’m so ready to be pregnant again.   Despite going through hell these past few days.   The 14 days that I was pregnant were so joyous and happy.   I remember just feeling my belly, talking to it in the car, and knowing that there’s someone in there.

I know that come August when my due date time comes around it’s going to be very hard to see newborns.   But I really hope by that time that I’m pregnant again.  

We talked a little bit today about doing something on the due date August 23rd.   At least for the first year.   Maybe even just a family picnic outside under the magnolia tree.

Now, we just wait for the bleeding to stop.   Then in 4-6 weeks I should get my period.   Then we’re ready to go again.   I know it’s soon…   but, I so badly want to be a mother and now I know the joy that pregnant women feel — and I want that again.