I am not doing okay today. Sometimes days go by and I don't think about it. And then sometimes it feels like I am walking around with a bag of bricks on my shoulders.

I had a.miscarriage in January at what should have been 8 weeks, babies measuring 5. I had a d&c and today just got my period for the first time since. Today would have been my 13 week mark where I could start sharing the news more comfortably. I planned on telling everyone on Valentine's day, so I anticipated this weekend being hard. The reminder of getting my period just stung more.

Then I get a text from my cousin, she's pregnant. Due the same week I would have been. I am so happy for her and also I just can't stop crying. I know things happen for a reason but right now the universe feels cruel. 💔