...but apparently I've not mastered staying pregnant.  I made it to 6 weeks.  And that was that.  :(

I've been looking for the brightest side I can in all of this.  I understand the statistics.  I now realize just how common early miscarriage is.  And surprisingly, I'm not completely discouraged.  Me and the hubby were pretty bummed out about it.  Our families were pretty devastated too: we had just told them we were pregnant the night before it happened.  But we are determined and resilient and unbelievably stubborn.  I have to believe that God has methods to his madness and just because I don't see the whole picture right now doesn't mean it isn't all part of a much bigger plan.

So I let myself be disappointed and sad and mad and bitter and depressed and weepy and confused and scared and then I cried a little bit more.

But today I woke up and decided to get on with it already and get down to business.  So we start anew.  A baby for 2010 is still within my grasp and we'll just have to do the best we can and pray that we've fulfilled our duty to be the 1 in 4 statistic of early pregnancy.  Here's to round 2...