lying in bed last night, i remembered. again. the look on the woman's face as she told me there was no heartbeat.
i wonder, sometimes, if i'll ever remember without a profound sense of shock.
eating breakfast as i type. it wasn't as hard to get out of bed as i'd expected. not as scary.
not happy to return to work, not sad. just finding it hard to believe that the last three months or so haven't been a horrendous nightmare.
thank you all for your support and kindness. it is helping, knowing that you are all thinking of me.