Carry an umbrella

We lost the baby.

I was 7 weeks and 2 days along.
This is my second miscarriage.

I'm doing ok. I'm trying to stay positive. Positive isn't really my thing. I do believe that there will be another baby for us though, one we're meant to hold in our arms. But it's hard to wait for that day. I think waiting may be one of the hardest things. Every month trying and waiting and every month being disappointed.
It took 18 months to conceive Muby and 14 months to conceive Haiku Sushi. I don't feel we'll be trying for so long this time, but still, any waiting is too long when you've already been trying for so long already.

We're praying for rain and carrying an umbrella - Praying for a baby and preparing for him/her, believing he/she will come.
I'm still taking my prenatal vitamins and limiting caffeine. Maybe that will make the difference next time.
We're also buying small baby items here and there and setting a little money aside until our baby comes home to us. It helps us to stay positive.

I'm growing a person!

I am currently 6 weeks and 3 days pregnant.... and moderately nauseated.

We're happy, excited, thrilled... and seriously wondering how the hell we're going to provide for this child! Hoping for an awesome baby shower and generous hand-me-downs!

I hope I'm having a girl. Girls names are easier for me, and what little stuff we have left from our first child is GIRL stuff... (does that sentence make sense?) so it would be more cost effective to have another girl.

I've been a lot more worried this time around. Worried about miscarriage, of course, as my last pregnancy ended early in miscarriage. I'm also worried about birth defects and the possibility of not being able to labor and birth naturally again, among other things. I never worried like this with my first. You'd think one would worry more the first time around and less with consecutive pregnancies.

It's so different this time. I was alone for my first. 'Alone' in that I didn't have a significant other for much of my pregnancy. All decisions were mine and mine alone. I didn't have to consider anyone elses feelings on anything.
This time around I have a very loving and involved husband. He has a say in everything from the child's name, to what carseat we use, to the diaper bag we'll carry. It's nice. Granted it does make some things a little more complicated.. but I enjoy sharing the whole experience with someone else, and that far outweighs any negatives.