Anniversary of dates and bittersweet moments (Preg. Mentioned)
This morning, I lay in bed being so thankful for these little soft hiccups, small punches, and feet under my ribs as I approach the 34th week of my second pregnancy. However, this morning it's a little more bittersweet. One year ago today I started spotting with my first pregnancy, not knowing that in 36 short, painful, hours we'd be losing our precious little one. Being pregnant now has taken away part of the sting, but it's still hard to accept that Peanut is gone. There are so many "what ifs" about those 2 days, that I still can't answer, and will never be able to, but luckily I've had the most amazing group of people here to support me. The most understanding husband, who holds me if I wake up crying, and is there to just cry with me at times. I know the pain will never fully go away, and that it does get easier, and for that I am more than greatful.