I cannot help to think that I am destined with bad karma. The coincindences are just unimaginable. My original due date with my son was the 20th anniversary of my brothers death. Well, he was stillborn on January 30th. Then, I found out that we were expecting another baby about 2 weeks ago. I miscarried this morning. 3 days from my little boys first birthday. I cannot help but throw a pity party and ask why me? Why do any of us have to have the heartache, and the pain because a piece of us is missing? Why did my fears come true again? This is a lot to handle.
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