Sad stuff...you've been warned

Well, we are back from Minnesota. Luckily the trip itself wasn't too bad considering it was funeral. We had some good times with the family despite the somber mood. We said our goodbyes to Grandma Dodes, and spent the rest of the trip enjoying our family's company. We rarely get a vacation that is spontaneous. I guess that is what is nice about funerals. Besides it's a great way to get the family together....those and weddings.
For those who knew I was pregnant, I thought I would let you know that I am not...anymore. For those who didn't know...Surprise. I was almost seven weeks along when the red blood came. For a second I thought maybe I was peeing myself but then I thought to myself. Why would I pee myself? I am only 26. Anyways, we were out to dinner and I felt a gush of fluid. To take control of the situation I excused my self and went to restroom. I knew as soon as I saw it. I am not pregnant anymore. This is my 4th miscarriage for those of you not keeping count.
I am not writing this post so that you will feel sorry for me or to be sad. It's just that sometimes people can be going through things and you not know it until you bring it up first. I wrote this because I think it's important for people to know this about me. It's a pretty sizable part of who I am. Also, if you are going through something similar it's nice to know you are not alone.
This is my take on it. It totally helps that I have a healthy kiddo already. I have someone and something to focus on other than trying to get pregnant. Sometimes that can be a very consuming task. We are doing fine. I am confused, but that's nothing new.
At times of loss, any kind of loss, it helps to know what matters. I have friends and family that I love and who love me. We are healthy and very happy (except when people die, of course. I have house with a good roof over my head, plenty to eat and a yarn stash in the basement. What more could I ask for?

Me and my baby not being sad