It’s Friday and I feel almost normal.
The hormones will baseline in about a month, the doc told me.
But I’m smelling coffee for the first time in 3 weeks without the impulse to barf, and my heart opens up just a crack to peek outside.
In a few days I suspect bananas will come back, too, and chicken and Life cereal and eggs and all the other strange things that left.
Today instead of 8 weeks pregnant, we are 1 day post-loss. A week ago we learned our fresh 7-weeker didn’t have a heartbeat. Continue reading Ice Cream, God