First comes Love then comes... Miscarriage...Wait! What?!
I'm a part of the wrong club. Lumped into a common but largely unknown statistic. I never thought it would happen to me, but then again in the back of my mind something felt..."off". Let's start from the beginning. I'm a 34 year old woman, increasingly aware of my ticking biological clock, but work has been my distraction. I've done fairly well for myself with more to accomplish as a marketing executive. During my high school and college years, I always had a reoccurring dream...me coming home from a successful day at the office, to my modern and stylish high-rise condo in my red power suit. I always interrupted this dream as aspirational. I was going to be successful and travel the world! Not a bad dream for a teenager to have! But as I approached my 30's and reflected on my career and revisited the details of that dream, I never recall coming home to anyone. No partner, no pet, no children. Now, that dream seemed lonely to me. And it served as a war