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Can’t!
What an overflowing grocery cart and calendar taught me about limits.
I’m going to share two stories, a quarter century apart, very different experiences that both taught me to respect my limits.
Story #1: I was “seventeen going on eighteen”, reveling in the adventure of living away from home and starting university. At school, I was a keener, and proud of it. My roommates were keeners too, apparently. The stereotypical student fridge, overflowing with leftover fast food and multiple milk jugs marked with their owner’s initials, would not do for us. We agreed to pool our grocery money and our food. We charted out responsibilities for cooking dinners, shopping, cleaning. We even (I blush to admit it) baked our own bread.
Between 2005 and 2008, I lost four tiny babies to miscarriage. In an effort to help others who may be experiencing similar losses, I want to share the story of that journey. If you click on the title above, and then follow the “Next in Miscarriage Journey” links at the bottom of each post, you can read through my story sequentially.