Ever since we were little girls, we all seemed to know how painful childbirth would be. Whether it was from overhearing conversations between older women, or having your mother hang it over your head - how hard she had to work to bring you into the world, or seeing a woman scream and moan in a TV drama or comedy where there is a birth scene. Plus, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that a 6-10 pound baby, squeezing its way out of a hole that was barely big enough for a penis when you were a virgin... has got to hurt.
Sure enough, on Sunday, March 4th, I saw my first miniscule droplet of blood. It was so tiny, it was smaller than a poppy seed, and it smeared into a dark red line when i smudged it. Looking back at it, it was like the first drop of rain before a hurricane. I wish I had known, what I know now.
For anyone reading this, who has ever been through a miscarriage... I am sorry for your loss. I never understood, or could have true empathy for, what it was really like to go through this, until it happened to me. For anyone else reading this, who has never been through a miscarriage.... I hope it never does (I've heard that progesterone cream can help). If you ever have to go through this... be sure to stock up on Motrin!!!