My lack of posting at the moment can be explained by the fact that we are in the midst of moving house. This has been going on for months and months and it’s been an epic struggle to finally exchange contracts today! The whole thing has seemed to represent the whole rest of my life at the moment – everything I plan goes wrong. Everything I want falls through.
But enough of the negativity. I’m really trying to be positive, and this is a good step in the right direction. Something has worked out! Maybe everything else will too.
The problem is that our new house has three bedrooms. One for us, and a spare room. And then the little tiny room that overlooks the garden. The one that was going to be the nursery.
So far, every time I’ve been in the room I’ve wept over the ghost it holds. I know we’ve got to use it for something else for now at least, until (hopefully) some day I’m pregnant again. But I almost can’t bear to call it ‘the study’. It’s still my baby’s room, in my heart. I want to put a cot in it, not a desk. I want to put a little chest full of baby clothes in the corner, not a filing cabinet. I’m planning to paint it beige – not to make it minimalist and neutral, but so I can add teddy stencils to the walls some day.
And amidst all this I know I have to be sensible and not worry about another month passing by, another month closer to my due date, another month where a little tiny life isn’t growing inside me still. I’m doing so much better – the house has been a great distraction. I want to enjoy it and have a fun time moving – and I’m sure we will do.
But in the middle of my lovely new house, full of our things and our tastes and our love, is an empty nursery, empty like my womb and my heart.
Trying Again 
I know. ((HUGS))
It hurts. Hopefully you will soon be pregnant again, and this time it will end with a healthy baby.
It looks like you haven’t been on here in a while, but I came across your blog when searching the internet for something. I’ve read through some of your posts on miscarriage, and I feel as though I could have written them myself. I, too, had a delayed miscarriage, at 9 weeks. We heard her heartbeat at 7 weeks and were so relieved that the chance of a miscarriage went down after that. Losing her was like losing a part of my heart. It has been two months and some days are happy and fine, but others I still cry myself to sleep. Thank you for sharing your experience. It was therapeutic to read as it put into words what I have been feeling.