I woke up this morning feeling...refreshed? renewed? how is that possible when I was crying my eyes out two nights ago?
I think I've reached a turning point. While I'm still very much saddened/discouraged/disappointed in m/c #2 - I'm feeling like I'm going to find a way, find some answers, and that will be that. I don't feel ashamed in telling people (I've told family and started to tell a few close friends) and I don't burst into tears when I see a baby or pregnant women (I did the first time around)
I feel positive about what the future is going to hold. and that's how I'm hoping I'll stay for the next little while. Because honestly, being down in the dumps all the time just sucks.