I'm not pregnant.
I knew soon after I posted yesterday's entry, but I needed to take the day to absorb the news. I'm sad, of course, but I'm also relieved that I have an answer, that things didn't go on and on for weeks, as they did once before, alternately leaving me to worry and wonder, dread and dream.
I want to thank all of you for caring, for checking in with me, for sharing your own stories. As I said before, only a handful of people knew about my past losses. I've always been reluctant to talk about them, but I'm so glad I shared my story with all of you. It was cathartic, and I'm grateful for your support. And Tara, again, thank you for your poem. It gave me peace.
I've always loved Five for Fighting's 100 Years, and to take one of their lyrics for my own, "we're moving on"--I'm moving on. Tomorrow I begin again--back to the things I know, the things I love, the things that make me happy.
And tomorrow I write.