I can’t believe its been a week since this whole thing started. My upset comes in waves, but mostly I just feel numb.
There’s a part of me that still thinks I am pregnant. Every now and then I catch myself automatically rubbing my tummy.
My body has gone back to normal. My chest size is back to its original size, and the awesome sense of smell I’d developed has disappeared.
Had everything gone to plan we think our baby was due 13th September. I say ‘we think’ because my period has a habit of vanishing, and we’re not sure if I was pregnant in January or whether it was just one of those months my period decided it wasn’t going to show.
It doesn’t matter anyway. 13th September is the date we’re running with. My husband has already booked time off work and we’re planning on doing something. Going out for the day. Just. Anything.
This post is for our Peach, who passed on this morning in her sleep. She was 2 years old and we absolutely love her to bits. I can’t believe she’s gone :(
I currently feel like someone’s experiment. Like there’s someone out there thinking, ‘let’s see how much upset one person can take before they break.’
My baby is no longer with us. This weekend I had a miscarriage. Then, today we woke up to find our beloved Piggy Peach, had died in her sleep.