Everyone told me that once we adopted a child, we would get pregnant.
Everyone was right.
What nobody predicted, however, is that we would be saying good-bye before we even knew to say hello.
In my opinion, a miscarriage is a fucked up way to find out you're pregnant.
After cramps, lower back aches, and bleeding, I took a pregnancy test to find out that, yes, I technically still have levels of HCG in my body. But all the other symptoms inevitably mean that the baby is already gone.
But listen, I have a child that I'm terribly in love with - I'm so honored to be his mother. I know how lucky I am. Life is still amazing.
And I'm ok. Really.