Everything happens for a reason. These are at once the best and the worst words ever.
Usually, people say this when things don’t go their way, and they really don’t know what else to say. For me, it was all I had to hold on to ten months ago. It was what kept me going, even though I hated it.
One year ago, October 2015, my husband and I found out we were pregnant for the first time. We were ecstatic. Everything was going to be perfect. Until it wasn’t. At 12 weeks, we went for what we thought was going to be a normal ultrasound, and walked out completely blindsided. How could this happen to us, two healthy, young people who did practically everything right? Our OB kept our hopes up. She told us, it wouldn’t take long to get pregnant again. She told us to try to go back to our normal lifestyles once we let ourselves grieve and heal.
After a few months of grieving, naturally I decided to train to race a marathon. Read more >>