So, tomorrow is the same time in this pregnancy that I would have lost Love. 21w3d.
I don't really know how I feel about all of this. I am feeling really good these days (thank you Mila), and am feeling strong, energetic, and clear minded.
But... I am haunted too. Which, is understandable I guess.
Sorry, but this post isn't going to have any radical epiphanies or anything. I don't really know what I think.
I am just sad. I miss my baby girl. But I am embracing this little bundle in my belly who is kicking me as I type this.
I guess you really can be happy and sad all at the same time.
I just wanted to mark the occasion here. I am still reading and still thinking of all of us every day in the BLM community.
And to my darling Love: I miss you with every ounce of my being. I love you more than ever, and wish every minute that you were still here with me. Mommy will never, ever, ever forget you. Kisses and hugs. And more kisses.