I didn’t write about this when it happened but I’ve been thinking about it a lot since. I thought I was pregnant for a couple weeks. I wasn’t, but it turned out that thinking a little life existed, was what was needed to heal the sorrow of the last little life that was there.
I’m surprised that none of the women who spoke to me about their own miscarriages told me this but I guess it’s something every woman has to work out on their own. I wouldn’t have believed them anyway.