Grandma Pinkie, as she was called, lived in St. Louis so John and I got to spend some good time with her while we lived there. She was a beautiful and wonderful woman and I am so glad that I got to know her.
John was able to attend the funeral this last weekend and he said it was good for him to be there.
He got back on Sunday and we went to have my first ultrasound yesterday. Unfortunately, we received more sad news. I have had a miscarriage.
I knew it was a possibility since this happens to many women, but I never thought about how difficult it would be to deal with. My life has changed, yet again, and I think this will be a little harder to get used to. It seems that we will have to wait a little longer for baby Z.
We are heartbroken, of course, but trying to be hopeful and faithful.
"Que sera, sera," as Grandma Pinkie often said - what will be, will be.