I wondered whether or not to write about this, since it’s such a personal and private matter. But I felt weird writing about anything else until it was addressed – as if I was downplaying the situation and focusing on more superficial topics. So this will probably be a bit disjointed.
As I alluded to a couple of posts back, Emily was pregnant – we called our baby “Peppercorn” because a pregnancy book said at a certain point it was the size of one, and it’s a cute name. Unfortunately, as tends to happen more often than I realized, the baby didn’t make it past 8 weeks. Just one of those situations where you do everything right and things still don’t work out. It’s been a pretty miserable week – the initial shock and grief has passed, but it’s still sad. Our family and friends have been incredibly supportive, which always helps and is greatly appreciated. We’ll keep trying – nothing has come particularly easy for either of us, but it eventually turns out for the best. Before too long there will be a couple of little ones running around the house, of that I have no doubt 🙂