Mo!

Monique came to town this weekend to visit her in-laws and we got the chance to hang out and have dinner on Friday night. It was great to get to catch up with her. She told us that she was in the process of a miscarriage at 12 weeks and it broke my heart. It seems like so many of my friends have had them, especially with their first baby, and it scares me. I think I am barely attached to ours, from the beginning I have kind of assumed it wasn't going to make it. But by the end of week 9 I was thinking that maybe this might possibly be real. After Monique's story though, I'm back to guardedly optimistic rather than excited.