I was hoping that this was going to be a happy post...today I am 16 weeks 4 days pregnant. Today was the day I was going to come out of the closet, so to speak.
I found out earlier this morning that the baby died.
I don't really have anything else to say. I think that the worst part is that I know what's coming. I know what's going to happen to me, to my marriage, to my family. Part of me welcomes it as if I deserve it...the part of me that knows that my body is defective in some way.
The rest of me is done, and really can't endure anything else.