Ding, Ding, Ding

Round One
So Lon and I got married in January in Vegas and at the Little White Wedding Chapel. It was a blast and all about just us. Shortly after we found out we had a little one on the way. After the flash of my life before my eyes, thoughts of the pain, and screaming, and diapers I realized this was of course what we had always wanted and we were so happy. I took the babies first pictures-the pregnancy test( I took 4 of them), called the doctor, made the appointment, and tried to keep quiet. Week 8 came and we headed off to the doctor for our first ultrasound. It was blank-nothing. I knew immediately something was wrong. I mean in my previous marriage we had tried for a child for a year and NOTHING. After all the bloodwork was done three days later I miscarried. I cried and the thought of never knowing that little muffin and worse the thought of never having a child. I mean I am a teacher. My life is devoted to other people's children. Have you noticed a growing epidemic among teachers? We can't have children. So many of my friends have had trouble, we're stressed, we're sick, and we are heartbroken. Lon and I did everything we were told-I took my basal temp. like a madman and knew exactly what to do-4 months later we were pregnant again. That was a week ago-and now it seems we've lost another. Our first appointment with Dr. Dunn is Aug. 13. If this is or has happened to you, you understand, let there be hope and faith, let us comfort one another. That which we work hard for is gravely appreciated. And please, please stop telling all of us at the bottom of the hill that if we just stop thinking about babies and relax we'll have one.