I saw all three of the doctors who treated me over the course of my pregnancy and miscarriage today when I went in for my follow-up appointment. The return of my cycle was most pleasing to them, a sign of things getting back to normal. My blood pressure was unusually high, but I’m told not to worry, that I’ve been through a lot recently, that I should just try to take it easy.

Back to normal? Take it easy? Come again?

In all honesty, the last couple of days have been some of the hardest. I’m sure hormones have something to with this, but the fact remains that I find myself in a bit of a slump. I’m still moving, even if maybe a little bit slower, but as those pesky time-sensitive decisions are looming, I’m ever so slightly paralyzed by uncertainty. And fear.

One day at a time, some are better than others.