Not your typical fashion post...

The past month has been full of highs and lows. About 2 months ago I happily found out I was pregnant. Unfortunately, at my first doctor's appointment we found out I had miscarried. It's something deep down I knew could happen and was preparing myself every day for that outcome, but whenever the reality hits you it still is a hard thing to swallow. I'm thankful for my husband taking care of me during the hard days after while my body was adjusting, my mom and dad for their support and encouraging words and for hope. My mom gave me this picture of my grandma and I a few days after it happened and I stumbled upon this quote from my her that was just what I needed at that moment:

"I'll never forget in the midst of pain, sadness and sorrow there was still hope that everything would be alright. And it was."

My grandma's first pregnancy was also a miscarriage (at 5 months), and her third pregnancy she delivered early at 7 months and sadly lost the baby. Thinking of her and what she had to go through during those times makes me want to keep going, and know that everything will be alright.

I'm not sharing this for empathy or sorrow, but to hopefully let someone else know who may be going through this same thing that they aren't alone. This isn't a fun thing to talk about or go through, but there's always hope.