One of my favorite quotes is "Hope springs eternal." Isn't it true? Ask any sports fan after their team has lost, anyone who has ever been dealt a blow. There is always hope for tomorrow.
Today I received a ray of hope by way of a friend of a very good friend of mine. This friend of a friend has been in my shoes and had some very good counsel to pass along.
I have no idea what the future holds, and this could really be it for babies. But maybe not--I've got an appointment with a top DC doctor and perhaps they will be able to make sense of all the miscarriages. This isn't something I'm going to pursue for years. Rather, I want to see if a specialist can find a problem. I want to do my research and give it another go if that makes sense. We'll see what happens and I'll chronicle new developments on my blog.
In the meantime, I've started exercising again, I'm going to serve as Chair on the preschool parents committee, and I want to start hitting up yardsales/Craig's list for furniture and decor finds. This process has also changed my heart for the better. I've lost a lot of my severe anxiety and have relaxed a great deal recently. Compassion, understanding, and empathy--characteristics I never exactly exuded--have settled into my bones. Most importantly, I'm enjoying my children more than I ever thought possible.
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