I have been reading an article this week by Gretchen Voss. In the article she writes about "Walking around with a belly full of broken dreams" after finding out about her non viable pregnancy. I felt that this sentence is one of the best that I have ever read regarding pregnancy loss, and I seem to have read a lot of them.

For days we didn't know if we were miscarrying or not. By the time that we got the results of a non-viable pregnancy, we were wishing for answers. Even answers that we didn't want to hear. Getting that phone call was a relief that the wondering was over.

During the waiting, (which was the worst part of it) and also during the waiting for the D and C, I would let myself think about what was actually going on inside of me. I would wonder if it was a growing, healthy life or one something totally different. Although I didn't want to, I visualized both ends of the spectrum. What did my womb look like? And mostly, what did the embryo look like. My stomach turned at the negative. There are times that I still have dreams about what I imagined that pregnancy.

After the results, I was carrying around a "broken dream". I was just so glad that I wasn't showing. Knowing about the broken dreams on my own was hard enough, without having to tell strangers on the street.

Voss also had some other precisely descriptive quotes that I felt were unmatched in honesty. These were:

"Nobody warned me that what was rooting around inside me was a hope, not a promise."

"Pregnancy, for me, is an experience I associate with sheer terror. How do I explain to this woman that carrying my two sons to term left me exhausted from worrying?"