I woke up this morning nauseous, tired, and with an upset stomach. A common occurrence in this pregnancy, as I have been sick way too often this year.
We went about business as normal, but once I got in to work and noticed the date, I realized - it's the two-year anniversary of my miscarriage. The day I lost my first son.
The first year was the hardest. But I can't say that loss really gets easier, or less prevalent. He's always in my heart and on my mind. I have three babies. (1 in heaven, 1 still cooking, 1 running around in a diaper).
Anyways, today is going to be a silent, quiet day of introspection and trying to just let the emotions hit me, and experience them fully. Feel the love and loss and beauty of life.
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