Please, just talk to me about the weather. 

If there's one thing I've taken from my journey to parenthood so far, it's not to ask people when they will be having kids.


The thief of joy

I've started to consider my miscarriage as a thief of joy. I don't mean that I don't encounter happiness, or have joyful moments. More that my overwhelming feeling right now is an absence of joy. A feeling of grief, and an acute awareness of everything I have 'lost'; everything I am missing out on because of the death of my tiny baby.