My baby's due date would have been today. There would have been a room that had a crib and full of toys. I would be nesting, getting prepared, and waiting anxiously for our baby to arrive. I probably would have complained about backaches and swollen feet. And while I look in the mirror at my non existent waist- RM would assure me that he's never seen a more beautiful pregnant woman... and I would have believed him.
None of that will happen today, instead I mourn for a baby that should be here.
It has been six months since I lost my baby. And when I think time has lessened my grief, July rolls around and I find myself getting sadder as my due date approaches. I did not think that today would be so hard, but it is.
I'm trying to think of something to celebrate about today and I can't think of any- not at the moment.
Tomorrow will be a better day, but today I grieve for a baby that should be here.