Missing Pieces and Moving On

I had a follow-up appointment with my OB last Thursday, and she said physically I am fine and should have no trouble getting pregnant again. She gave me a big hug and told me again how sorry she was for my loss, which was really comforting. She called yesterday with the results of the genetic testing: my baby had trisomy 14, and was a boy. I had been convinced all along that there was a genetic abnormality, but the confirmation helped me put my worries about the cause of the miscarriage to rest. In some way, knowing that this was not a normal, healthy fetus makes it easier for me to cope. However, the knowledge that for a brief moment in time I was carrying our son makes me immeasurably sad. I am not going to name my baby.

I joined a gym and started exercising there over the weekend. I'm starting slowly, as I am way out of shape, but it feels good to be active. When I get my tax refund, I'm going to book our New Orleans trip. We're shopping for a new-to-us car this week, as Bruce's old hand-me-down finally went to the great parking lot in the sky. I want a Honda Odyssey! Then we'll be concentrating on getting ready to buy a house. So I have plans to keep me occupied, which helps.