If you know me at all you know I am a huge potter head. I love it when I can make life at Hogwarts relate to my life. This quote pretty much sums up my last two weeks perfectly, I think especially from Sam’s point of view. As everyone can probably guess moves, particularly overseas moves are stressful. Recently, things have become a bit overwhelming for me. Sam had been anxious about receiving orders for weeks now; he was ready to get things literally moving. Earlier this week he not only received orders for our move to Germany, but also for some training scheduled to start in a little over a month. This would have been fantastic news except the orders were missing a very important, at least to me, detail. Laura and I were not included in the order to move to Germany, I was still waiting on medical approval. Sometime in the last year and a half as I was seeing doctors for genetic testing, autopsy results and fertility testing I was diagnosed with a mental disorder, anxiety. I knew that my doctor and anyone who talked to me on a regular basis, felt I was pretty fanatical about becoming pregnant but I was blissfully unaware that I applied that to the rest of my life. I have always considered myself easy going and relaxed, so much so that I’ve wondered if that attitude contributed to my miscarriage. How am I supposed to prove them wrong in the middle of a move? They have assured us that spouses with more serious medical issues have been approved that we just have to wait, but patients has never been something I was good at.*You might have noticed that this is one of the first times I used the word miscarriage, I hate that word. It might be insensitive of me or just arrogance but I feel that word doesn’t apply to what happened to me, it’s not strong enough.
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