And I feel.......naked. I feel sad, and disappointed. We were only about 7 weeks but we had told some close friends and family, so I’m just bracing myself for all the sad faces, and tearful embraces, and well wishes. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a woman of faith. And I have to believe that God has something special planned for my husband and I......but it doesn’t mean that this,........ doesn’t sting. Because It burns...in the pit of my stomach and in my chest. I’m so disappointed and just heartbroken. I mean, my feelings are really hurt. I was so hopeful, we were so hopeful.....we prayed so much, I prayed so much. It clearly wasn’t in God’s will this time around.....and that hurts. It’s so hard at times not to feel broken. Like a broken woman. Like less of a woman. I just want to crawl in the closet and cry. Again. I know there is a light at the end of this tunnel somewhere.....I just don’t seem to be able to see it right now. I feel blind.