Four years ( Read more... )

"I mean, children are the natural result of marriage, right?"

I know people wonder about my lack of children. I also know they'll never say anything about it to me. Too awkward a topic, perhaps.

I also know that most people don't know about the Raisin... or how an unrelated remark like the above feels like a punch in the gut.

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Dear Raisin ( Read more... )

Has it really been three years ago today that I lost the Raisin? It doesn't seem possible that it's been that long, that if not for the miscarriage I'd have a two-and-a-half year old baby running around the house babbling ( Read more... )

This time two years ago I was laying in bed, alternately calling my friends and family with the bad news and, when the grief became too much to hold back, crying in the arms of my husband, mourning my Raisin ( Read more... )

Yes, I'm still alive. Nothing has been going on ( Read more... )

So far I've seen two babies that are around how old the Raisin would be. The pain by now has faded enough to where I just feel a little wistfulness. Does this make me a horrible person? Or does this just mean that I'm healing? I'd like to think the latter... so that's what I'm going with. This is clearly something that's going to stick with me for ( Read more... )

Dear Raisin ( Read more... )

My head hurts. Bet you couldn't tell that from my subject line, though. :P ( Read more... )