Over-sharing on the Internet is a funny thing. Sometimes it is great, we can read something and feel less alone, more understood, or we can read something and feel pulled into someone’s pain, when we don’t feel up to it. We spill our innermost thoughts and feelings onto the screen, but does it really help and is it fair to our readers, who may have just popped along for coziness and tales of small children?
But then again, a personal blog is not a magazine, it is a reflection of a person’s life, it goes hand in hand with whatever is going on and encompasses all the ups and downs of a life. For me, I find it hard to sound authentic or muster enthusiasm for writing here, if I am holding back. If I feel as if I am hiding something.
Things have been a little quiet around here lately for that very reason. I have been trying to keep quiet that just over a couple of weeks ago I found out I was pregnant and of course we all know you are not supposed to share this news in the early weeks. If I am honest, I am not really sure why. Any loss in the early weeks is still a loss that hurts and a life that was hoped for. I know very well that even if others don’t know, I do and the pain of a pregnancy loss is just as keen whether you have shared the news or not. So, who are we trying to protect? Ourselves or the people we would have told who wouldn’t know what to say and would shuffle their feet awkwardly.
This is all my rather clumsy way of getting around to my own over-share, as I had confirmed today that yet again, my pregnancy will be going no further. For the fourth time I have experienced that sinking feeling when you know it is over and once again you must pack up the hope and plans and start again. As a friend said, I only knew for two weeks, but without even knowing it, I had imagined a whole lifetime.
So, lovely readers, I share this with you in my space, my corner, not to ruin your day or make you feel bad, but simply because it is happening, it is now and it is me. It will change me in small ways, stay with me and become part of the fabric of my life. This blog records the fabric of my life and so it is right that it should be here, because that is how life is.
There will be tales of pretty crochet and crazy children to come. Of course there will, because that is also me, but for today, for this week, I am sad. My heart is a little broken and so is my body. They will both heal and repair, but perhaps with a tiny, imperceptible crack. You won’t be able to see it, my boys won’t be able to see it and most of the time I won’t even see it, but like a tiny freckle that fades in and out with the sun, sometimes it will be there.