Why doesn't having a live daughter's birthday the day before cushion the blow of the dead baby's due date? It seems harder this year, since I think I had a miscarriage again this month. I've never had a three week visit from Aunt Flo without a baby being involved somehow.
And I only took one day off work while that was happening.
An acquaintance lost her full term first born this week. That hit me hard too. I'd never even met her, but I can still send prayers.
Has it really been three years already? Sometimes it feels like I can still feel Alex rolling around inside me. Leaves me wondering if I ever really felt him move. Could Hubby have felt gas kick him?