I'm coping, kinda.
This last few days has been harder than the whole of December.
The loss - that I was really, really pregnant; that now I'm really, really not - is starting to hit home.
I miss my baby.
and it's still snowing.
i'm sick of the snow, of the cold. but i'm still kinda glad. i couldn't cope with relentless sunshine right now.
the day i was in hospital, it poured down with rain, and the sky stayed dark all day.
i was glad the sky was crying for us.