As I am nearing three months after my second trimester loss, I still have people asking me if I am ok.  Most of the time my response will be "yes I'm doing ok" or sometimes "I'm hanging in there".  If I am truly honest, the answer should be "Not really"...or at least "Not always". Yes, most days I would appear fine.  Many of those days I even feel basically fine.  But then there are the days when I just...don't. I'm not sure if it is still hormones, or just my body, mind, and soul taking it's own round about way to deal with the last few months.  Lately though, it has been tough.  Yes, I know, I have 2 wonderful and amazing little girls.  And they should be enough.  And they are.  And they're not.  I should be happy with my life. And I am.  And I'm not. I feel as though I am in a constant struggle with my self.  My heart and my brain are battling and I'm not sure who's winning.  At first, it seemed pretty...

I know I haven't written anything in FOREVER.  To be honest, life just got in the way.  Kids, family, projects, my health....everything.  But as soon as I opened the mail this evening, I knew I needed to post something about this....and a little Facebook rant was just not enough. Every month I get this lovely statement in the mail from my Health Insurance company showing how much was paid out by my primary and secondary insurances for my prescriptions each month....... Side Note:   I am absolutely not some pill happy person.  I HATE taking medication.  And what's worse, none of mine are easy little pills....they're all injections. Needles. God awful jabbing little things that I have to stick into my hips, tummy, and thighs.  Hoping I don't hit a vein and bleed like a stuck pig or swell up like crazy....or get a bruise like someone has beaten me. I have had so many people ask me "Well, you take xyz for fatigue right?" or "you know about xyz f...