Well. I believe I'm now dealing with a new emotion...anger. In the past few weeks, my immediate response to thinking about our miscarriage has changed...it isn't sadness anymore. I get
so angry. Seriously. Why did this happen? What possible reason could this have happened for? What good can it do?
I guess one of the biggest things I'm angry about is the timing. If we get pregnant in the next few months, our baby would be due next summer. If next summer is like this summer was, with all my crazy weddings and stress at work, how am I supposed to fit being huge and pregnant, and giving birth in there? I would've been due in December with the baby we lost, which was perfect. I have one wedding in December and could've otherwise taken the entire month off. It makes me want to scream. If we don't get pregnant in the next few months, I'll be devastated, maybe even more angry than I am now. So there's no winning with this aspect of it.
Other things I'm really angry about...
Why do other people get pregnant on accident?
Why do people who are horrible parents have 5 kids?
Why do people who think it's okay to have an abortion get pregnant?
Why is having a baby something that most people (or so it seems) easily get, while I have to work so hard for it? We tried for so long, and I cried so many tears in the process, and poured so much love into our first baby - before it was even conceived. Why does this have to be so hard for us?
Thinking about all this just puts a lump in my throat. Once again, I'm back to the thought of "There's absolutely nothing I can do about what happened." And that makes me angry too.
I know my God is bigger than anything I can comprehend. I know He's faithful to his children. I know I don't deserve any of the blessings He's already given me. His grace is more than enough.
But...I think it's okay to be angry with God.
I think it's okay to be frustrated in trying to figure out His plan. I've had this conversation with Rachael several times. When she first heard about our miscarriage, her immediate response was anger. I wasn't there yet.
I was just...so...sad.
She voiced all of these things in our many phone conversations back in May and early June. But I wasn't thinking those things yet. Now I'm there. And I'm really mad. And I just want my baby back...