Most people don’t know this, but I had a miscarriage back in July. I had what was called a blighted ovum. It made me sad, but I was heartbroken over it. My “baby” never actually made it past fertilization, so when I had ultrasounds done there was nothing for me to see or connect with. It made it easier for me to get over it. I healed fairly quickly. It wasn’t until recently that it started to really bother me. I have a couple of friends who are due approximately the same time I was due. I enjoy reading their Facebook statuses/blog posts about their pregnancies and seeing pictures of their bellies/ultrasounds, but sometimes it hurts. A part of me wants to try again, but another part of me is too scared. I’m just going to go with the flow, I guess. Things happen for a reason, right?