I was fine. FINE. We had a little disagreement that was NORMAL. But Steve asked me if I was being a little oversensitive, "...because of the date...because of what's...you know...coming up."
My response? I hadn't even thought of that!
And it's true, I hadn't.
And then I went on a deadbabymama weekend with some of the lovely ladies I'm fortunate enough to call friends as a result of my reproductive disasters. It was a nice weekend despite the fact that I was sick throughout (and am still sick two weeks later). It was good to be in their company. But I was uncomfortable with the emotion of it all and I couldn't admit why.
And now I can't stop thinking about IT.
April and May...filled with dates of horror.
Our baby died a year ago this week.
It seems so long ago...and just yesterday...all at the same time.
This is an amazing post over at Glow in the Woods.
I just really wish I could go back to not thinking about it.