(This is being cross-posted to a couple of my blogs …)

At 8 weeks 7 days my baby’s heart stopped. I’ve yet to “pass” anything though, so now starts the waiting game. I’m waiting for my parents to drive up in a couple days, waiting for my husband to fly back from the middle east (in at minimum 4 days), waiting for … some sign I guess. Other than just an empty sac and a tiny, tiny peanut with no beating heart.

I’m okay, more okay than I thought I would. I went through all the emotions of grief yesterday in a span of 6 hours – so I might just be exhausted. My friends and family are here for me (in fact, one friend brought over chocolate for me) and I love them for it. We’ll try again for another baby when we get the “okay” from the doctor.

I’ve written a letter to “the baby” and it will go on his/her scrapbook page. Yes, I’m scrapping this … of COURSE I’m scrapping this. I prayed last night and read some Bible verses on “grief” and I feel at peace right now.